Lyrics

Andy was a quiet man
Never raised his voice or hand Worked an honest job at the plant Scraping by was never the plan but Good work was hard to find
In that dusty nowhere land

He’d drive down to the dock
When he wasn’t on the clock
Gaze across at the rugged rock Take to the woods and walk and Ponder off and puff a smoke
Speak the Silent language he knows

He had those Faded Feathers on his arm A symbol of the past dear to his heart
In his eyes simpler times
He longs to be part
All in those Faded Feathers
Of a Dream Catcher on his arm

Well, he thought he’d take a stand
Try his luck and play a hand
Drive down to the ‘promised land’
Where the ‘work is plentiful’ and
‘All the girls are pretty’ and ‘there’s lots of money’

He wandered down the streets of old Montreal Under all those buildings feeling small
When his eyes caught a mural painted on a wall Of the Same Faded Feathers
Of a Dream Catcher on his arm

Signs seem to stop the time Doves fly and bells chime Stars fill up your eyes
Oh Andy, you’re doing fine

Well, he made his money
But things weren’t as they seemed ‘cause The city was a broken dream
Promises all empty and
He yearned for the quiet streams
Of the Rugged Country

So now he’s living out his days
In the little quiet place
The city lights glow far away
That’s where they’ll always stay cause Its not home there anyway
Now there’s nothing he would trade

He had those faded feathers on his arm A symbol of the past dear to his heart In his eyes simpler times
He longs to be part
All in those Faded Feathers
Of a Dream Catcher on his arm
He wandered down the streets of old Montreal Under all those buildings feeling small
When his eyes caught a mural painted on a wall Of the Same Faded Feathers
Of a Dream Catcher
Perfectly weathered, on his arm