Letras
Sometimes I close my eyes and picture the plains
I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois riding again
Open skies, fertile ground
This was heaven on earth that they found
They got what they gave
By their god they were saved
They were humble, but not depraved
These streets we're afraid of
Once were the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts by a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust where the brave once stood tall?
Buried deep where they fell
They live on in the stories we tell
We got what they gave
By their god we were saved
And I say this as I pray
I can't help but dream of
Days these were fields of the brave
In the fields of the brave
After all this time and the struggles in between
We stand next in line with a chance
We can build on their dreams
In the fields of the brave
Fields of the brave
We got what they gave
In the fields of the brave
Let their spirits be saved
And I pray this on their graves
There'll be a return of
Days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave