Coyotes

Why do you get scared Here in the country More than you get scared In the big city Why does a full moon Seem to say the end's comin' soon You came down with some friends To try to understand And have a little fun Before the party ends In an old farm house While the lamps gather moths Your girl is passed out She can't stand up You're walking around With your hands up Lookin' at stars As the fire makes sparks And a tingle in your spine Wind blows the coyotes whine