[Verse 1]
On the hill where Custer was
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around
And his gun in his hand
Such a wind was blowing that day
Through the battleground
I could feel it in my hair
As I turned towards downtown
Weaving through the buildings
Cutting though the streets
Slicing through the culture
Piling on the weeks
[Chorus]
Going home, I'm going home [2x]
Going home
[Verse 2]
Dropping in on you my friend
Is just like old times
Said the fool who signed the paper
To a**orted slimes
It's hard to get blood from a stone
But for you I'll give it a try
To provide your accommodations
And leave you satisfied
You'd think it was easy
To give your life away
To not have to live up to
The promises you made
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Elusively she cut the phone
Moved from cell to cell
Really looking remarkable
And obviously doing well
She made a turn on a wooden bridge
Into the battleground
With a thousand warriors on the ridge
She tried to turn her radio down
Battle drums were pounding
All around her car
She saw her clothes were changing
Into sky and stars
[Chorus]