| I went into the desert and I missed him
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| Don’t know if it was the mountains
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| Asking questions
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| I went into the desert and I held him
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| Through a muddy creek, he
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| Was sand pooling in my hands
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| And every night the desert sang a love song
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| And inside my languid body was a fight
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| And every night I hoped that he would come home
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| But by daylight I knew it wasn’t right
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| The wash is drying up
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| Underneath the red sunset
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| And I am a lizard slinking through
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| The valley of regret
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| Oh I’m the wild coyote
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| Yelping at the midnight sky
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| A lover, forgotten how to love
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| The sparrow, how to fly
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| Hollow, hollow when the moon is rising, rising
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| Lost my footing in the desert canyon
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| I lost him, and I lost my home
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| Saw him vanish into the horizon
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| And there I was, left to be alone
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| Hollow, hollow when the moon is rising, rising
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| The wash is drying up
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| Underneath the red sunset
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| And I am a lizard slinking through
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| The valley of regret
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| Oh I’m the wild coyote
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| Yelping at the midnight sky
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| A lover, forgotten how to love
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| The sparrow, how to fly
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| The wash is drying up
|
| Underneath the red sunset
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| And I am a lizard slinking through
|
| The valley of regret
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| Oh I’m the wild coyote
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| Yelping at the midnight sky
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| A lover, forgotten how to love
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| The sparrow, how to fly
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| Hollow, hollow when the moon is rising, rising |