Arrowhead & Porcupine Claw

Got this neighbor kid at that magic age
Saved his pennies & found his sage
Went to an Indian pow wow and saw
His arrowhead & porcupine claw

He ran his thumb along that edge
He figured the ways of obsidian wedge
He tossed that claw back and forth
Until every time it pointed north

Until every time, it pointed north...

It’s the gift of flight
It’s the gift below
It’s making fire
Out of stone
It’s the damndest thing you ever saw
Arrowhead & porcupine claw

He took them both into his soul
They forged his heart with campfire coal
Cuttin’ his teeth on Chippewa
Arrowhead & porcupine claw

When he’d scratched out every groove
With his spirit talon and glass of truth
On my porch according to Indian law
He gave me that arrowhead & porcupine claw

It’s the gift of flight
It’s the gift below
It’s making fire
Out of stone
It’s the damndest thing you ever saw
Arrowhead & porcupine claw