| She laughs at the strangest things | 
| Man, it lights me up, makes my head ring | 
| She hides almost every night | 
| Either there she goes or stays | 
| She rides at the break of light | 
| Man, she’s outta sight | 
| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating | 
| There’s no more killing them | 
| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything | 
| There’s no more saving them | 
| Oh yes, honey, there she goes walking all alone | 
| Now go slow, with what ya dig, man, she’s leaving me | 
| She cries at all the things but what you mean is everything | 
| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating | 
| There’s no more killing them | 
| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything | 
| There’s no more saving them | 
| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating | 
| There’s no more killing them | 
| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything | 
| There’s no more saving them | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| Well, little Lillianna | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| The girl who would never be | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| Well, little Lillianna | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| The girl who would never be | 
| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating | 
| No more killing them | 
| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything | 
| There’s no more saving them | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| Well, little Lillianna | 
| (Oh, whoa, oh) | 
| The girl who would never be |