[00:04.14]No regrets Coyote
[00:43.10]We just come from such different sets of circumstance
[00:46.16]I'm up all night in the studios
[00:47.76]And you're up early on your ranch
[00:51.96]You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
[00:54.31]While the sun is ascending
[00:56.71]And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
[01:00.16]There's no comprehending
[01:02.97]Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
[01:07.48]And the lips you can get
[01:09.12]And still feel so alone
[01:11.67]And still feel related
[01:14.82]Like stations in some relay
[01:17.28]You're not a hit and run driver no no
[01:21.17]Racing away
[01:23.42]You just picked up a hitcher
[01:25.71]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[01:29.60]We saw a farmhouse burning down
[01:42.82]In the middle of nowhere
[01:45.33]In the middle of the night
[01:46.62]And we rolled right past that tragedy
[01:49.28]Till we pulled into some road house lights
[01:52.44]Where a local band was playing
[01:54.94]Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
[01:58.87]And the next thing I know
[02:00.82]That coyote's at my door
[02:03.87]He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
[02:06.78]He drags me out on the dance floor
[02:09.77]And we're dancing close and slow
[02:12.91]Now he's got a woman at home
[02:15.20]He's got another woman down the hall
[02:17.55]He seems to want me anyway
[02:18.90]Why'd you have to get so drunk
[02:21.81]And lead me on that way?
[02:24.36]You just picked up a hitcher
[02:27.11]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[02:31.25]I looked a coyote right in the face
[02:44.79]On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
[02:47.86]He went running through the whisker wheat
[02:51.06]Chasing some prize down
[02:53.86]And a hawk was playing with him
[02:56.25]Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
[02:59.80]He had those same eyes just like yours
[03:04.66]Under your dark glasses
[03:07.55]Privately probing the public rooms
[03:08.91]And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
[03:11.41]Where the players lick their wounds
[03:14.36]And take their temporary lovers
[03:16.86]And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
[03:22.02]No regrets Coyote
[03:23.52]I just get off up aways
[03:25.97]You just picked up a hitcher
[03:28.32]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[03:32.31]Coyote's in the coffee shop
[03:45.26]He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
[03:50.15]He picks up my scent on his fingers
[03:51.76]While he's watching the waitresses' legs
[03:54.91]He's too far from the Bay of Funday
[03:57.86]From appaloosas and eagles and tides
[04:00.95]And the air conditioned cubicles
[04:04.16]And the carbon ribbon rides
[04:06.95]Are spelling it out so clear
[04:09.41]Either he's going to have to stand and fight
[04:12.12]Or take off out of here
[04:14.87]I tried to run away myself
[04:17.72]To run away and wrestle with my ego
[04:22.78]And with this flame
[04:27.48]You put here in this Eskimo
[04:30.13]In this hitcher
[04:31.63]In this prisoner
[04:35.23]Of the fine white lines
[04:38.24]Of the white lines on the free free way