text: Me and my mother and father -
  And a 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 dont 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 mustve been about four -
  Like a child is like a flower
  His head is just floating in the breeze, man
  The reaction I get now thinking about it
  Looking back - is that the souls
  Or the ghosts, of those dead Indians
  Maybe one or two of them
  Were just running around freaking out
  And just leaped into my soul
  And theyre still in there