After The Buffalo Songtext
von Dave Drouillard

Calling from a northern land
Reminds me of my youth
Spirit mist upon the lake
Blood upon the earth

Why did I leave
I have no place to go
You cannot understand
Why it haunts me so

I grew and I left the land
Like marching off to war
I traveled south to meet the man
At the open door

There was death
Alone in every room
The only song I ever heard
Was one of ancient doom


I see the flying of the geese
I hear the crying of the loon
I know the stories of the old ones
And the wolves cursing the moon

But I follow the dream
Through the back streets of Toronto
All the way to the icy winds
On the shore at Buffalo

Crawling through the naked towns
Singing without a band
What kind of life can there be
In playing one-night stands

Darkened rooms
Then brilliant color beams
I cannot give them what they want
Despite their mournful screams

I must travel north again
I have many wounds to mend