Medicine Man

I drove to the desert searching for rain, not hot sand.
So the medicine man said look to the moon.
Through smoked eyes, caffeine, women,
Caught in late-night dives in linen.
A mint for the tongue and the rhythm.
I close my eyes
Listen to a zephyr
To my surprise
I’m baptized by leaves and rain.
What’s this burning soul to gain?
Rain dance for sound advice and lasting grace for me.
Remedy these closed eyes, so I know I’m not crazy yet.
Oh! Mr. Medicine Man.
I do the best I can.
I followed him north to the arctic snow. He said I
Need to see the Northern Lights.
The snow, sounds of fire!
Miles ’til the day expires,
But soon I’ll be blessed with a vision.
I close my eyes
And listen to his wisdom.
To my surprise,
The scent of a frosted fir
Stirred up memories of her.
This Rain dance for sound advice and lasting grace for me.
Will Remedy these closed eyes, so I know I’m not crazy yet.
Oh! Mr. Medicine Man,
I do the best I can.
Oh! Mr. Medicine Man,
I do the best I can.
I close my eyes
And listen to his wisdom.
To my surprise,
The scent of a frosted fir
Stirred up memories of her.
This Rain dance for sound advice and lasting grace for me.
Will Remedy these closed eyes, so I know I’m not crazy yet.
Oh! Mr. Medicine Man,
I do the best I can.