Good News

My brother calls me in distress Looking for another breath Say, "I've only got one left in the pack" Says, "I'm calling from a bloody bed" Don't worry, I think that's all of it And death enters Head back to the house where he said it all went down The lights are on the ground now But to tell you the truth out loud I didn't have the heart to hear the sounds Death was all around We don't live there now We reminisce about the sweet smells All the ones we tucked in the breast of our blouse Like deep snow in December, first cigarette of summer Bannock in the oven But can you imagine a crowd? Would you imagine a crowd around you now? In front of all of the people My cousins call out in the winter What I wish I could give them But there's no pedigree when we're half-breeds Have you at least heard the good news? They said we will save you Death meanders around the room I have this dream I can't feel anything I guess it's more a fantasy But can you imagine a crowd? Would you imagine a crowd around you now? In front of all of the people In front of all of the people In front of all of the people