Donna The Buffalo Ancient Arms
Woah
Can you imagine
The farthest point from the naked eye
She can take you out there
Past the mystery in the night
There is simplicity
Out on a wave rolling in the weeds
There is simplicity
On the heels of south flying geese
CHORUS:
She must have been a primitive
She feels it in her bones
She can't tuck in these shirts
With these ancient arms
That have never moved this way before
Woah
Can you imagine
The farthest point from the naked eye
She can take you out there
Past the mystery in the night
There is simplicity
Out on a wave rolling in the weeds
There is simplicity
On the heels of south flying geese
CHORUS
The rise and the fall is our own creation
The rise and the fall is our own creation
