Dawn's Highway

Me and my ah mother and father and
Grandmother and a grandfather were driving through
The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers
Had either hit another car, or just
I don't know what happened
But there were Indians scattered all over the highway
Bleeding to death

So the car pulls up and stops
That was the first time I tasted fear
I must've been about four
Like a child is like a flower
His head is just floating in the beeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back
Is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians
Maybe one or two of 'em... were just
Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul
And they're still in there