Coyotes crawl in a dark wood I could have sworn they called my name The cries blend once and over (?!) But either way, it's all the same All the same Tracks lead me to the watch room A moving grass stares right through me Some doubts feed on the black men A throbbing sound in my stomach, in my guts
All my life, all I've known Ravens crawl is always shun(?!) In your wings, in your eyes In your dark, all is wise(?!)
Mouth full of curse, a head full of fire That never tries...
Have the mountains shelter me The horses heads look away The green king three times asks me \"What is it you are seeking?\" \"My way home, my way home...\"