I hear the wind whisper through the dunes, A ghostly melody beneath the silver moon. My bones lie scattered in the desert's embrace, While life carries on in this quiet place. The rabbits burrow near what’s left of me, Mama cradles her young, a soft melody. The shifting sands bury the years I’ve known, And still that coyote comes for my bone. Hey, coyote, give me back my bone, But I guess it’s yours now, I’m just skin and stone. Run with it far, to a place you call home, Hey, coyote, take my bone. The moonlight dances on the desert floor, I’m just a shadow of what I was before. The coyote lingers, his eyes meet mine, A silent exchange between death and time. The rabbits live on, unaware of my past, Their world moves forward, while mine won’t last. The wind tells my story, to the stars unknown, And the coyote howls as he claims my bone. Hey, coyote, give me back my bone, But I guess it’s yours now, I’m just skin and stone. Run with it far, to a place you call home, Hey, coyote, take my bone. I was a wanderer, a soul untamed, Now I’m part of the desert, in the wild reclaimed. The rabbits still hop, the wind still moans, And the coyote carries what’s left of my soul. Hey, coyote, give me back my bone, But I guess it’s yours now, I’m just skin and stone. Run with it far, to a place you call home, Hey, coyote, take my bone. So I sing to the wind, though my voice is gone, A haunting refrain that lingers on. And when the coyote howls under the moonlit dome, I know he’ll keep running, carrying me home.
