To Be an Indian by Margaret Becker

Air by Margaret Becker

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To Be an Indian
by Margaret Becker

Album: Air

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

(CHORUS)