| | COYOTE Lyrics Artist(Band):Joni Mitchell
We just come from such different sets of circumstance. I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch. You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending, And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel... There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone, and the skin, and the eyes, and the lips you can get - And still feel so alone. And still feel related Like stations in some relay. You're not a, a hit and run driver, no, no, Racing away. You just picked up a hitcher, A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway. We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of the road, Where in the middle of the night, We rolled right past that tragedy Till we pulled into some road house lights Where a local band was playing. Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor. The next thing I know That Coyote's at my door. He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!". He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow. Now he's got a woman at home. He's got another woman down the hall. He seems to want me anyway: "Why'd you have to get so drunk and Lead me on that way?'". You just picked up a hitcher, A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway. I looked a Coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town. He went runnin' through the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down. And a hawk was playing with him. Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes. He had those same eyes just like yours - Under your dark glasses, Privately probing the public rooms, Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds, And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play. No regrets, Coyote, I just get off up away. You just picked up a hitcher, A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway. Coyote's in the coffee shop. He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs. And he picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching a waitresses' legs. He's too far from the Bay of Fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides. The air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear: Either he's going to have to stand and fight, Or take off out of here. I tried to run away myself, To run away and wrestle with my ego - And with this flame you put here in this Eskimo - In this hitcher - In this prisoner - Of the fine white lines - Of the white lines - On the free, free way. If you find some error in COYOTE Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song COYOTE The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Joni Mitchell" Music | |
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