Blue Coyote
– © Richard Ruane 2004
There’s a blue coyote, I hear her howl
She’s got a dark, dark sound that trails down to a growl
In the night there's no mistaking, I feel it in my bones
Like an old sad memory, like I’ll always be alone
And I love to hear her, I always do
But why, should that coyote sound so blue
She howls about her places, where I'll never go
She calls of what she's seen, things I'll never know
But she makes me want to know them, makes me want to feel
What that coyote knows, coyote knows is real
And I love to hear her, I always do
But why, should that coyote sound so blue
In the summer she can wail just like a train
In the winter night I hear her sad refrain
Seems like all the lies she ever heard she somehow could make true
But Coyote why do you sound so blue
Oh that howl will stop you, when you’re walking out alone
And make you wish for things you miss, and make you dream of home
Oh that howl will stop you, make you lose your way
Make you feel you’re out alone and maybe out to stay
Oh I love to hear her, I always do
But why, should that coyote sound so blue
