I was holding on to my granddad's hands, haunting to the promised land that lay beyond the reservation road.He said, don't make promises you don't keep, don't betray the earth beneath your feet, and we walked on the reservation road.And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind, the sound of horses thundering, they echoed once again back to the place where our hearts and souls belong.A thousand dreams away from the reservation road. A thousand dreams away from the reservation road.And his spirit soared into the sky, beyond the places where eagles fly, and my tears fell on the reservation road.Now a hundred moons have come and gone, and holding on to my newborn son, one day we'll walk the reservation road.And just for that one moment we'll be racing with the wind, the sound of horses thundering will echo once again back to the place where our hearts and souls belong.A thousand dreams away from the reservation road. A thousand dreams away from the reservation road.And just for that one moment we'll be racing with the wind, the sound of horses thundering will echo once again back to the place where our hearts and souls belong.A thousand dreams away from the reservation road. A thousand dreams away from the reservation road.I was holding on to my granddad's hand, he was pointing to the promised land that lay beyond the reservation road. It lay beyond the reservation road. Way beyond the reservation road.Way beyond the reservation road.