Lo, the poor Indian   Whose poor untutored mind   Clothes him in front   But leaves him bare behind      Maybe in another year   The simple life we lead   Could become more comfortable   Or even change completely      Evangeline, your streets were washed away   You'll never vent your anger   We'll await with baited breath   For something better than we have      Shallow dreams undone   Fruitless and unsung   No challenge towers so steep   Seven horses deep      A festival came to my town   And quickly went away   Faith contains the seed   Of lowly tragedy they say      One step forward, two steps back   The bango jangles in the subway   Some await with bated breath   For something better than they have      Shallow dreams undone   Fruitless and unsung   No challenge towers so steep   Seven horses deep