Coyote - Better Than Ezra

Heading out, you heart beating in your head

Riding of the Texas wind

Raise your feet 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, yeah

Coyote!

Coyote!

Coming down, the Phoenix sun on your face

Turns it to red by the afternoon

And to the right, the Grand Canyon is wide

Sing along, the needle skips in the wind

Count the stars of Death Valley

And in the dark, Barstow starts to fade

Coyote!

Coyote!

YEAH!