from
Iroquois Eye EP,
released August 23, 2012
My old man he went home drunk,
on a little highway near dead trees.
In the back trunk,
I got a heartache
to boot.
In the backyard,
cold and desperate
for you.
In the morning I got broke.
These little buttons turned out loose
and I'm an Indian, in the nighttime
I'm an Indian, in the nighttime
I'm an Indian, in the nighttime
but in the daylight
that ain't true.
Baby said my feet are cold
I said Baby you're unbelievable
She wouldn't miss me when I go
she wouldn't kiss me cos she knows
I carve pictures
in the tree trunk
to tell a story
of endless frustration
and brittle tobacco
in the cracks of the room.