Coyote

Heading out, you heart beating in your head
Riding of the Texas wind
Raise your feet as you cross the state line
Waking up, the Mesa sun and the sky
All the way to Tucumcari
And Santa Fe seems a stone’s throw away, yeah
Coyote!
Coyote!
Coming down, the Phoenix sun on your face
Turns it to red by the afternoon
And to the right, the Grand Canyon is wide
Sing along, the needle skips in the wind
Count the stars of Death Valley
And in the dark, Barstow starts to fade
Coyote!
Coyote!
YEAH!