coyote sing along hour
watch it grow, child of wolf,
oh, keep holding on
when I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun
where the sun would set
the trees were dead
and the rivers were none
and I looked for a trace to lead me back
home from this place
but there was no sound, there was only me in my disgrace
eh heh heh heh heh
eh heh heh heh heh