The Fox

Being wiry and thinking loudly
About the things sent to make you move
You can’t help it, there’s no one in the world
Knows you just, just the way you do
So we keep darting through the holes
As the hunter and the fox
Run the gauntlet’s savage road
Winter’s heavy and partly cloudy
And the snowfall leaves the tracks that catch a few
Bit if you’re wiley, you will leave them lying
Snared up in the traps that they set for you
And it’s an evergreen affair
As temptation taunts the fox
Into the hunter’s waiting lair
And for mile after mile you’ll never see me tire
You’ll never see me slow down, for a while
Because I am the fox, like it or not
I’m always going to be there running over the rock
Yes I am the fox, a fascinating cross
Of sharp as a whip and tough as an ox
Yes I am the fox
It may sound crazy but it’s often lonely
And the restless heart should be captured once in a while
Then you can use them, and you often fool them
Into believing whatever you desire
So I’ll keep moving through the night
The hunter and the hunted
On their designated flights
The designated flights