is wide Sing along the needle skip in the wind Count the stars of Death Valley And in the dark Barstow starts to fade Coyote, coyote Coyote, coyote Coyote, coyote
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. coyote. coming
ترجمة: أفضل من عزرا. القيوط ذئب.
