General Miles was a lonely man, I think
He could lead his horse to water
But he could not make it drink
His white smile soothed the savage
But his heart breathed only lies
Promises of 40 acres betrayed by his eyes
His drunken eyes

Tumbleweed blowing
White coals glowing
Red land flowing With the sound
Of Geronimo's dominoes falling down tonight

They had so many reservations about the reservations
Destroying their civilization
Too many blue-coats to run, too many to fight
Created merely sweet frustration
The painted horse lay dormant bleading in the grass
Along with all their dignity left somewhere in the past

Tumbleweed blowing
White coals glowing
Red land flowing With the sound
Of Geronimo's dominoes falling down tonight

- Fall 1994