There's a strange howl coming through the leaves
I can't find my way
A wildfire blowing on the breeze
On this old hunting day
Here come the freight train
Get down on your knees
Pray to the mountains
The rivers gave you the trees
There's a soldier cleaning out his rifle
And talking on the phone
The harp and the flintlock are all that remain of his home
It's all in a dream
In a dream
In a dream
In a dream
