He come to town looking for work back on a year or two Now he's sleeping in the bushes off to one side of Montana Avenue Good people walk by shaking their head saying now ain't it a shame Another Indian boy lost to the bottle and the methamphetamines But he dreams of horses And eagle wings The dance of the buffalo Sacred rings At the Medicine Wheel they'll be singing A thousand voices to call him home To the Big Horn Mountains above the tree line At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on Now he woke up stumbling blind, yelling in the middle of the street Cops came round, took him downtown so he could get some sleep And they think it was just about the break of dawn he just slipped away He'd been talking all night but nobody knew what he was trying to say It was something about horses And eagle wings The dance of the buffalo Sacred rings At the Medicine Wheel they'll be singing A thousand voices to call him home To the Big Horn Mountains above the tree line At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on Rolls on