[00:12.51]No regrets Coyote
[00:14.73]We just come from such different sets of circumstance
[00:18.67]I'm up all night in the studios
[00:20.47]And you're up early on your ranch
[00:23.77]You'll be brushing out a broodmare's tail
[00:26.72]While the sun is ascending
[00:29.49]And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
[00:32.91]There's no comprehending
[00:35.70]Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
[00:38.87]And the lips you can get
[00:41.58]And still feel so alone
[00:44.43]And still feel related
[00:47.28]Like stations in some relay
[00:50.15]You're not a hit and run driver no no
[00:53.23]Racing away
[00:55.71]You just picked up a hitcher
[00:58.67]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[01:04.49]
[01:13.63]We saw a farmhouse burning down
[01:16.19]In the middle of nowhere
[01:17.55]In the middle of the night
[01:19.43]And we rolled right past that tragedy
[01:21.86]Till we turned into some road house lights
[01:24.66]Where a local band was playing
[01:27.32]Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
[01:31.82]And the next thing I know
[01:33.33]That coyote's at my door
[01:36.52]He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
[01:39.50]He drags me out on the dance floor
[01:41.25]And we're dancing close and slow
[01:44.98]Now he's got a woman at home
[01:47.04]He's got another woman down the hall
[01:49.37]He seems to want me anyway
[01:50.91]Why'd you have to get so drunk
[01:53.65]And lead me on that way
[01:56.61]You just picked up a hitcher
[01:58.85]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[02:03.61]
[02:14.08]I looked a coyote right in the face
[02:16.22]On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
[02:19.67]He went running thru the whisker wheat
[02:21.97]Chasing some prize down
[02:25.26]And a hawk was playing with him
[02:27.95]Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
[02:31.14]He had those same eyes just like yours
[02:34.38]Under your dark glasses
[02:37.33]Privately probing the public rooms
[02:39.89]And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
[02:43.23]Where the players lick their wounds
[02:45.01]And take their temporary lovers
[02:47.81]And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play
[02:52.80]No regrets Coyote
[02:54.55]I just get off up aways
[02:56.82]You just picked up a hitcher
[02:59.12]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[03:04.60]
[03:15.23]Coyote's in the coffee shop
[03:16.75]He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
[03:19.28]He picks up my scent on his fingers
[03:22.34]While he's watching the waitresses' legs
[03:24.98]He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
[03:27.64]From appaloosas and eagles and tides
[03:32.32]And the air conditioned cubicles
[03:34.49]And the carbon ribbon rides
[03:36.97]Are spelling it out so clear
[03:40.21]Either he's going to have to stand and fight
[03:42.19]Or take off out of here
[03:45.35]I tried to run away myself
[03:48.10]To run away and wrestle with my ego
[03:54.71]And with this flame
[03:57.68]You put here in this Eskimo
[03:59.17]In this hitcher
[04:01.99]In this prisoner
[04:04.21]Of the fine white lines
[04:08.42]Of the white lines on the free free way