Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump

Little dark shadows, tumbling down

Lined up tip-to-toe

Drifting in the breeze like eiderdown

To cover the earth like snow

Any hour now, the sun goes down

The stars will start to swim

Crazy with their shapes 'til I'm buffaloed

Just sitting with my head smashed in

 

Am I the same

As the face in the window pane

I’ve turned as strange

As the kill wind on the plain

Been up and down this troubled world

Now I'm eying up the evening star

The flowers and the gifts are just fallout now

From the bunker where they dropped the bomb

Hey Mr. Jones, your TV's still on

From last night when you were shot

Straight up the chimney of your stately home

To live among the astronauts

 

Am I the same

As the face in the window pane

I’ve turned as strange

As the kill wind on the plain

 

Am I the same

As the face in the window pane

I’ve turned as strange

As the kill wind on the plain

Am I the same

As the face in the window pane

I’ve turned as strange

As the kill wind on the plain