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..."