Bison on the Plains

Bison on the plains

Stupid symphony streams

The same old tricks they used to get you to cry

Over nothing, over everything

Bison on the plains

I only packed a couple of things

This high was like a sorry parade

Of hearing traffic and going nowhere

Bison on the plains

The photograph is never the same

I learned this when I was seven or eight

This all means nothing, this all means everything

Bison on the plains

And those overused overture streams

The same old tricks they used to get you to cry

Over nothing, over everything

(Ah, bison on the plains

Ah, bison on the plains

Ah, bison on the plains

Ah, bison on the plains

Ah, bison on the plains

Ah, bison on the plains

Ah)