Rocky Votolato Red River
This is what life feels like on the ground
I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill
Country
You know he never really came home
We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters
flow
That river was running just searching for an ocean the
freedom we’d never known
That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like
you’re whole life is starting over
We made our peace there, with the no-man’s land where
we come from
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be
returned
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be
dissolved into one
Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that
night
His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a
fate of “I’ll never get out”
From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to
the Blood Reserve
A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the
bank of that river
Underneath September skies inside the U.S. border
He made his peace there – just after his boots filled
up with water
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be
returned
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be
dissolved into one
The waves will wash away the misguided vision
Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be
dissolved
Out of many we are one
