Indians of long ago
Followed after buffalo
They found a use for every part
Everything except his heart
I have wandered like those herds
Lost in music, lost in words
But the hunger leads me on
Seductive like a siren's song
And I can put my ear right to the ground
Just to hear those motors humming
The pounding sound of hoofbeats
Like a thousand guitars strumming
And there is music in all this
It is all material
Before the beauty melts like snow
Chase the buffalo
People in these halls and bars
They wish on me like I'm a star
But I can never fill that hole
I am not their buffalo
And the gravity of the situation makes me start to fall
My guitar like a fire alarm is ringing off the wall
And there is music in all this
It is all material
Before the beauty melts like snow
Chase the buffalo
East of Eden, west of the night
The sun lies bleeding in a dying light
And the lady in the Cheyenne moon
Is singing out her mournful tune
So I chase the herds again
Smear the warpaint on my skin
Riding west with all my might
Where the sun is holding off the night
I cannot name this passion
Don't know where this stuff comes from
Maybe its a trail of tears
Or just a trail of crumbs
But there is music in all this
It is all material
Before the beauty melts like snow
Chase the buffalo
