Bison on the plains Stupid symphony streams The same old tricks they used to get you to cry Over nothing, over everything Bison on the plains I only packed a couple of things This high was like a sorry parade Of hearing traffic and going nowhere Bison on the plains The photograph is never the same I learned this when I was seven or eight This all means nothing, this all means everything Bison on the plains And those overused overture streams The same old tricks they used to get you to cry Over nothing, over everything Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains Ah, bison on the plains