Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
Everything ain’t alright… But it will be ok //
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe //

I see you looking hard sitting at the party sipping…
On the hard liquor with the pop hardly mixed in /
Hang overs hit you hard… So you started sniffing…
Snow… Now like a river stone your heart is skipping //
Hard to sleep feeling it beat in an awkward rhythm…
The Doctor’s given you a week unless you stop... He’s scribbling /
Prescribing some other pill that’ll have your conscience drifting…
Now every single prescription’s another hard addiction //
Walking around the Rez with a ghost face… Your
Just Killing time sipping rye… No chaser /
Hit the bootleggers trying to catch a cold case… Hurts
Less… To the burn in your chest you’re no stranger //
You hear the land calling… Waiting for you everyday…
The cedar stands are a safer place to get away /
The memories you make hunting; they will never fade…
Grab a shotgun, bag of shells, lighter and a knife…
Put tobacco down… Head high… Head out into the night /

Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
Everything ain’t alright… But it will be ok //
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe //

I do it for the ones who didn’t have a dad to teach them…
Cause moochum had a preacher giving him a savage beating /
I do it for the fathers that were unable to hunt…
The camp’s not a place to be drunk... The land is too sacred for drugs //
So they would stay in the house… All day they laid on the couch
in a deep haze… Looking out while geese came from the south /
They should have been at the blind… But instead they were blinded
By regret… Now they’re dying behind the enemy lines //
They were taught about a God that rejected their cries…
They were taught their skin colour made them less in his eyes /
They weaponized religion, fear, deception and lies…
Residential school scissors used to sever the ties //
But our braids grew back and we’re still stretching the hides...
Our sweat rocks are still hot and you’re still welcome inside /
Trust me when I say the culture’s waiting for you…
Your ancestors walk with you and they’re praying for you //
I see you bouncing on the pow wow grounds…
Always hitting every beat… I feel your proudness pounds / So loud it
drowns out the sounds of doubts howling now in the
distance… Persisstant but you count them out //
You may have lost your way but are strong and brave… I know you’ll
Make it back no matter how long it takes /
Just keep a constant pace… Don’t fear them; cross these lakes…
You’re guaranteed to make it home if you keep walking straight //

Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
Everything ain’t alright… But it will be ok //
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home…
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight /
Coming or your going what we say is “Wachay”…
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe //

I know you're going to make it back...
Faith is hard to have
but I have faith in that...