As I went out in the open I left for awhile A tired stranger looking to be found And so I stood there in silence For someone to hear me Someone to make the first sound Someone to care for, someone to carry me home I headed west to touch the ground But the spirits didn't make a sound As I stared in the face of Native America And so my pilgrimage progress Takes me over the land Just so that I can keep up with the rush And from the east to the west I can feel my heart beating To touch anything left untouched Someone to care for, someone to carry me home I headed west to touch the ground But the spirits didn't make a sound As I stared in the face of Native America And so I leave to forget To rebuild the patriot Anything that I can find Am I a visitor always Always a stranger Never knowing what I left behind? Someone to care for, someone to carry me home I headed west to touch the ground But the spirits didn't make a sound As I stared in the face of Native America Out in the open Wherever I'm looking On everything that I see Is an unwritten page To an unfinished book In an ongoing history And as I stopped to see the earth go round And as the sun's going up and down It changes the face of Native America And a river it runs right through Red, white, black and blue Straight down the face of Native America I headed west to touch the ground But the spirits didn't make a sound As I stared in the face of Native America