Seven Horses (Live at the Town & Country Club)

Lo, the poor Indian

Whose poor untutored mind

Clothes him in front,

But leaves him bare behind

Maybe in another year

The simple life we lead

Could become more comfortable,

Or even change completely

Evangeline, your streets were washed away

You'll never vent your anger,

We'll await with baited breath

For something better than we have

Shallow dreams undone

Fruitless and unsung

No challenge towers so steep

Seven horses deep

A festival came to my town

And quickly went away

Faith contains the seed

Of lowly tragedy they say.

One step forward, two steps back

The bango jangles in the subway

Some await with bated breath

For something better than they have

Shallow dreams undone

Fruitless and unsung

No challenge towers so steep

Seven horses deep