From appaloosas and eagles and tides
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
And the next thing I know
Where the players lick their wounds
He went running through the whisker wheat
And still feel so alone
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
That coyote's at my door
You put here in this eskimo
In this hitcher
Of the fine white lines
Under your dark glasses
He drags me out on the dance floor
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
I'm up all night in the studios
And the air conditioned cubicles
Are spelling it out so clear
He picks up my scent on his fingers
He's got another woman down the hall
And we're dancing close and slow
Like stations in some relay
Or take off out of here
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
And lead me on that way
In the middle of nowhere
I tried to run away myself
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Chasing some prize down
You just picked up a hitcher
Privately probing the public rooms
And still feel related
In this prisoner
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
I looked a coyote right in the face
We saw a farmhouse burning down
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
Coyote's in the coffee shop
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Racing away
Where a local band was playing
And take their temporary lovers
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
I just get off up aways
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
You just picked up a hitcher
You just picked up a hitcher
He seems to want me anyway
Till we turned into some road house lights
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
And the carbon ribbon rides
In the middle of the night
He had those same eyes just like yours
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And the lips you can get
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
While the sun is ascending
There's no comprehending
And with this flame
Now he's got a woman at home
And we rolled right past that tragedy
And a hawk was playing with him
No regrets coyote
You're not a hit and run driver no, no
