On a cool night in October, when the thought worms weave and crawl
I was dealing with my anger, I was hiding from my faults.
And my soul was running rancid, feeling kind of bleak,
So I looked out through my window, past the day lacking peace,
and I fell into a liquidness and nursed my inner child
I was searching for some righteousness, I'd been searching for awhile.
Then I heard a song Arrochar, an Indian through my glass
The story of a gallant chief whose days were long since past.
His words were growing louder now, my eyes began to stray.
My muse was breathing harder now, as the daylight flew away
A troop hard riding, bluecoat boys, came in upon the scene
Their Captain barking orders loud, with dust clouds billowing.
Then I stroked my whiskered chin a bit, and drank in the sky's ink
When you're out there in that wonder, you just can't refuse to think.
I was floating through a timeless glass, up to the spirit of hearts
I was getting close to reasons shared, somewhere inside the stars.
And then a smiling maiden's eyes hypnotized my source
She laughed lightly on my ears, part of the music score.
Then I heard the call of Arrochar, I soared outside of me
I was blithesome in that distant land, within my summary peace.
The warrior chief sang his song,
"Here in the land of Arrochar,
I can see that it's too late
to grace your earth with spirit care
in a world so full of waste.
Now the future's headed nowhere
and there's no going back
to the golden dawns and sunlit air
where nature's breath was vast.
You're off the trail of wild horses
in your automobiles and planes
and your synthetic hope is phony
while your greed is cursed with pain."
Then I got to feeling empty, when the Captain killed this chief
And I cried removed from yesterday, but still searching for that peace
Off the trail of wild horses I drifted back into the smog
on the last road with my fellow man and I was feeling lost.
A nicely written ballad Eric... thanks for letting me know you posted!