Scanning These Crowds

I was half asleep in the washroom when they came in
 Eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin
 The uniforms made me nervous, I got ready for the chase
 But they left me scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
 Something fell on Saskatchewan in 1885
 Where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive?
 The axe falls as if through water -- never leaves a trace
 And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
 The world shot down love as a spy, once upon a time ago
 Now people stand around here, like crows in the snow
 Like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riel, they look so clean out of place
 And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
 Though storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire
 In the land of passive revolution, everything's for hire
 Are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place?
 Lord, I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face