The Night Traveler

On a bleak plateau near the reservation line
 Orville takes his flyer out, his instrument of time
 He hurls it to the sky, into the great alone
 Into a sky he calls his own
 Orville is alone when Orville wants to see
 Through the veils of time, his people's suffered history
 He goes up to place where no one's ever been
 And stays up there a long, long time
 Till you think he's never coming home again
 He is a night traveler
 On a silver web-like line
 Caught between the stratosphere
 And growing fear of time
 The result of white blood ways within his tipi town
 Leaves a lot of burning bridges, the reservation's falling down
 The Government is blind to any way but it's own
 Bound to a rule book of fire and brimstone
 But Orville's love is as strong as Orville's love is deep
 Carried by the wind sometimes, across the sky his soul to keep
 But tenderness is tough and warriors have their way
 To see into the future beyond the pain of yesterday
 He is a night traveler
 On a silver web-like line
 Caught between the stratosphere
 And the growing fear of time
 Through the mountain window, through the grassy plain
 Through a mire of rabbit brush, in the falling rain
 He is a shadow on the darkest night
 He is a blazing trail of billion year old light
 Men of broken wisdom caught in cultures rake
 Men of quiet fires found burning at the stake
 His is a sacred gift of wilderness and wise
 Taught by stars and talons in the ravens blood-black skies
 He is a night traveler
 On a silver web-like line
 Caught between the stratosphere
 And the growing fear of time
 All day and all your life, forever may you hold
 The blessing of the flyer, the calling of the soul
 He is a night traveler
 On a silver web-like line
 Caught between the stratosphere
 And the growing fear of time