Marlon Brando Video (MV)

Aurora Borealis, the icy at night, the paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight, from the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland he'd never seen
They killed them in the teepees, they cut their women down
They might have had some babies, crying on the ground
But the fire sticks, and the wagons come
And the nightfall on the setting sun
They massacred the buffalo, kitty-corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet, and my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box, at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and my pipe to share
I wish I was a trapper, I'd give a thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas, to find out how she felt
About the morning, on the fields of green
About the homeland we've never seen
Maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood, and the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome and the first teepee
Just Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me