Their pottery broke
And the homes in smoke
He had seen all to be seen
A people gaze
At their dying days
In the cliffs of Mesa Verde
Walk away, Pueblo
Walk away, Pueblo
Maybe Masa, he was right
We outlived the drought
Yet now we shout
For our people to live in light

Well the Pueblo spree
Peoples I, II, III
Fell apart on the pithouse floor
With the prophets dead
Just like they had said
Our people begin to war

Walk away, Pueblo
Walk away, Pueblo
Maybe Masa, he was right
We outlived the drought
Yet now we shout
For our people to live in light

Before them the little Basketmakers thrived
In the pithouse towns above
They would farm and hunt
That was the common front
And stomachs filled with rabbit meat
But there are many ways to drive humans away
With a drought or a famine
But too many people in a tiny place
Does the work of the other two

Walk away, Pueblo
Walk away, Pueblo
Maybe Masa, he was right
We outlived the drought
Yet now we shout
For our people to live in light

From La Plata and to the mesas high
Where many men and many more have lived
But to no kiva am I goin tonight
Till we all live in peace
And can trade with the men in the southern bloc
And prosper just like lucky them
But sure as night turns day
Ends the prosperous play
Oh kachina what do next
With a spirits rage all our eyes will haze
Till we find our lux'ry days

Walk away, Pueblo
Walk away, Pueblo
Maybe Masa, he was right
We outlived the drought
Yet now we shout
For our people to live in light