the song draws on the poem „outside“ by william stafford, by permission of the estate of william stafford
The least little sound sets the Coyotes walkin
Walking the edge of our comfortable earth
we all look inward but all of them
Are looking towards us as they walk the earth
We need to let animals loose in our houses
The wolf to escape with a pan in his teeth
And streams of animals towards the horizon
Racing with something silent each
In the face oft he dawn of the day
You feed me
In the face of the deep dark night
I’m hungry
In the face of the dawn of the day
I fight
I wanna be heard
I wanna be heatd
Our bodies
Are open
I wanna be hurt
For all we have taken into our keeping
And polished with our hands, belongs to a truth
Greater than ours, in the animals keeping
Coyotes are circling around our truth
In the face oft he dawn of the day
You feed me
In the face of the deep dark night
I’m hungry
In the face of the dawn of the day
I might
I wanna be heard
I wanna be heard
Our bodies
Are open
I wanna be heard
I wanna be heard