Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog
A peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down
Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight
With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums
In the sage to find a shivering fawn
A little something to hang his hopes on
He's the breather of fog now, and a lover of light
He's ghost in the canyon, both a dog and a deer
He's a singer of a sad song who only wanted to be
A piece of the story, a part of our movie
Across the scrub, the lights of Avalon
A little something to hang his hopes on
Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight
With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums
Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog
A peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down
In the sage to find a shivering fawn
A little something to hang his hopes on
