Time is a wind, love a sail It should be heaven but it feels like hell There's an old coyote glaring down at me And it's meal-time

Lust of the flesh and eyes of younger days Now pride of life creeps in with all the grays I'm a shell-shocked infant in a mercenary land On the front-line

Half-buried casket – I couldn't help but look I know what's in there – I feel everything he took The scars are itching, they don't want to give more blood But it's waking

So come now boldy with a stake to rend the heart There's no avoiding such a brutal work of art And come now courage, wide-eyed to see the deed But I'm shaking Help me I'm breaking