Winter came with a bitter cold
And everything shut down on cue
I held real tight for a sad season
Got weak
Got through
It never comes as I expect
The kind of change that drives down root
I dig with everything I have and
I still come late
To the truth
CHORUS:
Oh, to be an Indian
To hear the things than no one hears
Like healing in the break
Oh, to be someone who
Can look at the desert
And hear...
Rain
I learned how to turn my head
And I learned how to turn my cheek
Now I’m learning how to lay it down
And turn
To leave
I can taste it on my tongue
Something heavy in the ash
And thought I’m squinting at the sun
I can hear a thunder crack
