To the coyote lying dead on the side of the highway,   I've been through your land countless times   Without asking your leave   But now it seems that I am free to go on my way   While you would left there broken   With only burning father sun   To grieve and bleach your bones   As white as the moon   As white as the yellow moon      To the vulture flying low along the line of the highway,   You won't have to wait very long   To eat your fill   'Cause the river of grey that divides the horizon   Will surely leave a carcass in its wake,   A twisted golden braid of fur and meat   Turning black   Black as the road   As black as the grey road      And the grey road is the great worm   That meets itself on the far side of the world   And the grey road is the great worm   That eats its tail beneath our feet      To the man selling blankets on the side of the highway,   The sign says you're friendly and nice   And I have no doubt that's true   But one of these mornings you gonna rise up singing,   A song that your grandfather knew   But your father forgot   And buried   And was paved over by the grey road   The same road that you walk now   As nice as a man   As nice as the last man      And the grey road is the great worm   That meets itself on the far side of the world   And the grey road is the great worm   That eats its tail beneath our feet