Flecton Big Sky - Cowboys and Indians

From the window of this small plane
I can see a herd of caribou
Migrating towards the sun
I'm coming home to you

He let them chase him for nearly twenty years
I let them chase me for all of twenty years

From the window of this small plane
I can see the town never grew
And as the plane touches down
I'm getting closer to you

He's wondering if it was her fault or his
I'm wondering if it was your fault or mine

Find me a turtle shell
Fill it with your medicine
I want to hear the stories
In my language one more time

From the window of this small plane
I see snaking river skins
And lakes full of dead hikers
Drowning cowboys and Indians

That's where I want to spend my final days
That's where I want to spend my final days

From the window of this small plane
I wonder do you look the same
Are your arms still beautiful and long
Will they keep me safe and warm
As you had done so long ago

Find me a turtle shell
Fill it with your medicine
I want to hear the stories
In my language one more time

Written by:
Miche Jetté

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