Thick cloud – steam rising – hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me – buffalo robe – sage in bundle – run on skin
Outside – cold air – stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint – eagle feathers – coyote calling – it has begun
Something moving in – i taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying – slow – letting go of life
Medicine man lead me up though town – indian ground –
So far down
Cut up land – each house – a pool – kids wearing water
Wings – drink in cool
Follow dry river bed – watch scout and guides make
Pow-wow signs
Past geronimo’s disco – sit ‘n’ bull steakhouse – white
Men dream
A rattle in the old man’s sack – look at mountain top –
Keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow – white wind blow
I hold the line – the line of strength that pulls me through
The fear
San jacinto – i hold the line
San jacinto – the poison bite and darkness take my sight –
I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek – think i’m losing
It – getting weaker
I hold the line – i hold the line
San jacinto – yellow eagle flies down from the sun –
From the sun
We will walk – on the land
We will breathe – of the air
We will drink – from the stream
We will live – hold the line