[weird sound artifact lol] [Verse 1] The lost high places, I saw them in my sleep Like a faded canvas that I cannot reach. [Chorus] Will the coyote come? Will we tear the streets and run? Ey yay, ey yay, ey yay Shrieking ‘neath the silent moon. [Verse 2] Snow-slicked city churns my days, Drowns me with its steel-toed roar. Asphalt ambition that isn’t mine— Whatever has this all been for? [Chorus] Will the coyote come? Will we tear the streets and run? Ey yay, ey yay, ey yay Shrieking ‘neath the silent moon. [Bridge] Have faith, they say, in wild places, disregard all these stony faces, and yet, and yet I find myself in disbelief, I find myself in disbelief— will the coyote come? [Musical interlude] [Whispered, slow] The coyote is going to come. [Musical interlude] [Outro][repeated, fading] Coyote coyote-yote-yote-yote-yote
