Lyrics Mohawk - Lee Harvey Osmond

Mohawk

I’m flying at the speed of my imagination
Heading down the 401 towards the Quebec border, on my way
I’m gonna meet my sisters Lynn and Tracy for the very first time
The saliva in my mouth is thick like motor oil as I sit in the backseat of the
car
I’m nervous, practicing my smile
I stare in the rearview mirror slowly, silently mouthing the words
From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
Here I stand, here I stand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a mohawk man
And the car rolls on and on
And the car rolls on
I’m on my way to the mystical land of my missing family, Kahnawake
The patch of freedom that lies beneath the Mercier bridge
The home of my mother, my father and my ancestors
The land of shapeshifters, cornbread, and steak
Ironworkers and all the legends that came to life
In stories and gossip around my kitchen table when I was just a little kid
From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
Here I stand, here I stand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a mohawk man
And the car rolls on
And the car rolls on
And the car rolls on
The car rolls on
I look out between the front seat and out through the windshield
And the fog that I’ve been living in my entire life
Begins to lift
I know this place
In fact, I dreamt myself here as a kid
Dreams that were fantastic
Dreams that took me to times and places that I knew were real
I’d fly through the black, along the shores of the Saint Lawrence Seaway
And come swooping down on these roads on the back of John Lazare
My grandfather, sturdy and sure of himself
Not a word spoken, but I could hear him singing as he carried me
I’d climb down off his shoulders and walk to the rhythm of broken chains
With the reserve dogs barking behind me
I went through the deepest blues and greens
The greens of graveyards and step into the black shadows cast by the great
bridge
In my dreams, I was safe surrounded by my ghosts
In my dreams, I was free
In my dreams, I was exactly where I was supposed to be
From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
Here I stand, here I stand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a mohawk man
The car rolls on
And the car rolls on
The car rolls on
And the car rolls on
The car rolls on
The car rolls on, rolls on
One, two
One, two, three, four