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Along side the fire I sit, to the sky my eyes are drawn
What a life I have as stars come out, sun long gone
Fireflies glimmer in the night as I pull out my guitar to play
New cuts new bruises, oh boy what a day
Strumming my thumb across those strings
I remember that cowgirl and that coyote that sings
I hold them both close but yet they are so far
Within I'm fading like that of a dieing star
I lost myself, though my heart conflicts about losing you
Not loves but hearts... souls, Inside I'm torn between two
Who am I? Am I he amd I she?
What do I feel what can I see?
I hunt the Coyote and am losing grip
He keeps on running while I constantly trip
Alone I am while I follow
Sadly my cowgirl left me long ago
I play my music to the moon and river flow
On my heart she has a tight lasso
Can they hear me as I play, as my fingers pluck away?
A lament of scattered notes and broken melodies
I recall lost dreams and forgotten Memories
The cowgirl in the smoke tips her hat as the flame wains and dies
I realize I strummed the night away as starlight dims in the skies
Far off the Coyote calls, Howling friend follow not stranger
Again I'm off, no horse to ride... a lost broken lone ranger

--- cw Eruoangelusinvisus


All The Thing You Said are Running Through My Head
No Matter How Distant Those Thoughts Are Never Dead
A Silver Barrel To My Temple Couldn't Frieghten Me
Losing Your Love Is The Only Threat I See
Pressing Silver To My Lips, I Kiss Death, So Pullet
I No Longer Know What To Think, But I've Learned To Bite The Bullet

--- cw Eruoangelusinvisus