Off The Rez

You're Navajo I'm part Sioux; there's miles and miles between us, but it'll do - On a wild-whim we rode off the reservation; you forgot your glasses I forgot my medication - You're a full bodied-n-blooded red girl the trucks an old, blue Ford, I'm a busted half-breed, and we're both bored - Maybe we ran out of time, or just out of luck, maybe we're going crazy or just out of touch - But hey, you're a sweet Indian woman and I'm you're savage lovin' man, we're runnin' this way now, just because we know that we can - So down the warpath we'll let ourselves go; might end at Custer's Last Stand or a Wild-West extravaganza show - Either way is a.o.k. even if it gives cause to die, because, for the first time in years we both finally feel, fully alive -