Dawn's Highway Lyrics - American Prayer - Jim Morrison & The Doors

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding 

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. 

Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a 

grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through 

the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian 

workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't 

know what happened - but there were Indians scattered 

all over the highway, bleeding to death. 

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time 

I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is 

like a flower, his head is just floating in the 

breeze, man. 

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking 

back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead 

Indians... maybe one or two of 'em... were just 

running around freaking out, and just leaped into my 

soul. And they're still in there. 

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding 

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. 

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven 

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice 

Blood in my love in the terrible summer 

Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. 

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers 

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation 

Blood is the rose of mysterious union 

Blood on the rise, it's following me. 

Indian, Indian what did you die for? 

Indian says, nothing at all.