Onward the Indian
DEVENDRA BANHART
When I'm on my way
For a nature walk
I don't start to sing
'Til I start to talk
Where'd you go Mrs. Sun?
You juice it on up
Re-tit on your tips
And you squeeze it on up
When I'm on my nerves
On a shaky show
I don't start to warm
'Til you start to glow
When your arms learn to breathe
They stick to your sleeve
When your sleeves learn to walk
Your legs learn to leave
When your leaves learn to stay
Your legs run away
I was born in May
Then he moved away
At the end of June
Into mid-July
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way