Once a day or so, the trains whistle hellos
Passing earth to and fro
Until it swallows us whole

Wheat flowers and waves of sweetgrass
Dust of lost ideas
The rugs & coats made of forgotten
Kings shot in their tracks

I'm a man from a safe distance
I'm a man who denies all justice

I'm a man who owns and runs all
I'm a man without a god
I'm a man too proud to ask
And I'm trapped in this man

I'm a man without science
I put my faith in this land
I'm a man from a safe distance
I'm a man without men

On the hi-line