Too Many Chiefs... Not Enough Indians

In the sun he hides from you

'Cause you smile and then tell him lies

But the boy, he always knew

That they'd choke upon his pride

As their greed, it eats the sand

Turns to stone all that lives

All he builds is made by hand

And the love he always gives

When they look into his eyes

Why can't they let him be?

And he knows they're not that blind

They just choose not to see

Only knows what's in his heart

So he never speaks his mind

Says his prayers and tries so hard

And the Lord says give it time

When they look into his eyes

Why can't they let him be?

And he knows they're not that blind

They just choose not to see