there's coyotes up the hillside
and i hear their lonesome calls
and it always seems to happen
when the night of darkness falls
i think they're singing to me
though i say it tongue in cheek
i can't understand coyote
it's a language i don't speak
there are women in my lifetime
and i hear them from my room
i provided but was distant
and just hid out in my gloom
there's a darkness that surrounds me
and it speaks some common words
more familiar than coyote
though it echoes tones i've heard
keep on baying up my hillside
out the window near my chair
i think somehow i hear my daddy
in those lonesome voices there
in the city bounds of roswell
on the streets of sandy springs
you are drawn back to real meaning
in the craziest of things
now the dogs have all gone silent
like the voices of a ghost
like they knew what i was typing
like they somehow read my post
please stay safe throughout the night time
find the sustenance you lack
i know nature can be brutal
giving life but taking back
i know there's hidden language
in the sounds i can't discern
maybe one day i'll be smarter
and can know the phrases turned
but for now i'll mute the tv
and not let announcers speak
let coyotes call out to me
in their language that i seek
there's coyotes up the hillside
please keep calling out to me
none of you know me from adam
but i hear you through the trees
please keep call out singing to me
though i say it tongue in cheek
i can't understand coyote
it's a language i don't speak