Creation's Daughter - Nahko

Stoned on a stone on the Truckee River

So lost in thought

Oh, the things I remember

One of them’s your pretty face

Another’s the things it would say

(Things like)

All of these pivotal, obvious prophets

They are the change, and the change in your pocket

Always pushin' for the moment

That you lose control, but you just flow with it

I have seen faces gathering in the desert

Not to find God or to find an answer

Just to be a part of the possibilities

Of thousands of bodies creating energy

Well, out here, there’s certainly alien activity

But where is «here,» are we separate from reality?

Maybe we’ve landed on the moon

Hope I don’t have to leave any time soon

I worked those hills in the wild, wild west

And there I found gold and knowledge and respect

But none of this will bring you back

As a wanderer, I must expect that

Followed a rooster to the mouth of a portal

I am an ox and I’m tired of these mortals

Cleansing in the coastal waters

I fell in love with the daughter of creation

And how I lost her is another story to tell