Bison on the plains
Steep with symphony's dreams
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
Here in trafficking
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 this overused over your strings
The same old tricks they used to kick you to try
Over nothing
Over everything

Bison on the plains
Bison on the plains
Bison on the plains
Bison on the plains
Bison on the plains