To the coyote lying dead on the side of the highway,
I've been through your land countless times
Without asking your leave
But now it seems that I am free to go on my way
While you would left there broken
With only burning father sun
To grieve and bleach your bones
As white as the moon
As white as the yellow moon
To the vulture flying low along the line of the highway,
You won't have to wait very long
To eat your fill
'Cause the river of grey that divides the horizon
Will surely leave a carcass in its wake,
A twisted golden braid of fur and meat
Turning black
Black as the road
As black as the grey road
And the grey road is the great worm
That meets itself on the far side of the world
And the grey road is the great worm
That eats its tail beneath our feet
To the man selling blankets on the side of the highway,
The sign says you're friendly and nice
And I have no doubt that's true
But one of these mornings you gonna rise up singing,
A song that your grandfather knew
But your father forgot
And buried
And was paved over by the grey road
The same road that you walk now
As nice as a man
As nice as the last man
And the grey road is the great worm
That meets itself on the far side of the world
And the grey road is the great worm
That eats its tail beneath our feet