Ride a horse that's cleaving through   the air and space of dreams   travelling through time   All alone I pray   where am I ? Who am I ?   And that old man trust in me   His words are running now   because we have lost all guides   you're extended now to a world of light      you're not the one   you think you are   since you were born   you're only love      On a mount I'm standing now   and it's coming over me   that I'm not here,   I am on another plane   humping around, hit myself   I returned inside of me   tears sliding down my face   [I die again]   And the horse is leaving me   running out of space   running out of reach      you're not the one   you think you are   since you were born   an Indian tribe