Lyrics

Western man is it in your hand
Is it shinin? in your face
So busy, lookin? pretty
The mirror don?t show a trace
I?m lookin? deep, it?s so steep
Take a peek at the heart of man

Self-made man, I don?t understand
The pages of history stare me down
So subtle, like an outlaw?s muddle
Attitudes have shot me to the ground
I?m lookin? deep, it?s so steep
Take a peek at the heart of man

Do I have some time to find
Some consolation in my mind
Somewhere deep inside
A still small voice replies
Look deep, so steep
Take a peek at the love of God

Western man is fate really in your hand
A finger on the trigger of a loaded gun
So friendly, ain?t the system spendy
You give up your rights and you?re on the run
I?m lookin? deep, it?s so steep
Take a peek at the plans of man
Take a peek at western man
Take a peek at the heart of man

©1998 Frank Bramante / Old Growth Music