Buck from II by T.G. Olson

Where the big bluestem once grew tall burgundy red in the Fall
All buried now plowed it down
Still seeds waiting in the ground
Time has come and time has gone
The grasslands burn but they return
What have we done but stumble and fall?
Lets have another go around
Circumnavigate return from where you came
Circumambulate wandering the range
Return from where you came
Drifter with no name wandering the range
Where nothing grows the barren lands
And nothing lives but the mighty ant
It was always falling through our hands and back again
For one for all
The wayward one with the skyward eyes don't look down
The Earthbound spirit a passerby coiled and unwound
Circumnavigate return from where you came
Circumambulate wandering the range
Return from where you came
Drifter with no name wandering the range
Return from where you came
Wandering the range

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States