All you people live in cities
Got your bright lights shining down
In your home sweet home so pretty
We sleep on the cold cold ground
And underneath the white moon rising
Something's stirring, on the prowl
Can you hear coyotes crying?
Singing, " We were born to howl"
If you should wander in the hills at night
Where every path deceives
Is that something coming up behind you
Through the shadows thick as thieves?
We hail from an ancient dream
We heed a different call
We sing the song of things unseen
We sing for no reason at all