From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims. And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains. Like the vultures. Circling beneath the dark clouds. Looking for the rain. Hey, they've been looking for the rain. Just like the cities staggered on the coastline. Livin' in a nation that just can't much more. Like the forest they buried beneath the highway. Never had a chance to grow. Well, they never had a chance to grow.