Coyote

In a house close to the city, there’s a woman who works from home
And her dog is nosing around on the lawn when he sees a face like his own
Coyote of the prairie, coyote of the wild
Coyote in the green belt, coyote coming by

She can see its head in the bramble patch just beyond the garden fence
And she finds a hollow in the pile of leaves where it lay all through the night
     Coyote of the mountain, coyote in the rain
     Coyote of the desert, coyote of the plain

The woman is calling her dog in at night, she closes the door and the gate
Her windows are bright as darkness comes, and a wild thing lies in wait

They tell her to haze it, to make it go away
But how can she drive a wild thing from her heart

     Coyote in the moonlight, coyote in the sun
     Coyote in the open, coyote on the run

The joggers are out on the track today, the golf course gently slopes
And a Persian cat is asleep in the yard, suburbia doses on
     Coyote of the howl and yip, coyote free to roam
     Coyote in her backyard, coyote close to home

In the morning dew is falling, to the east the world comes alive
There’s a yearning for something, she can’t quite say, then thunder all through the night
     Coyote of the mountain, coyote in the rain
     Coyote of the desert, coyote of the plain