The rich girl couldn't face her dream. She pulls on her shirt, outside it rains. And later in the rumbling dark, he'll unwrap her broken heart and smile the weary smile of the crook. I'll tell it all in my new book. Coyote sleeps with everyone, but in the morning he's long gone and it turns out that he was a she.
Tales grow tall around the fire.
Where there's no truth, no one's a liar. I make mine every time I'm shook. I'll tell it all in my new book. The whole world to us is now a theme park. The tourist takes the traveler's place, buys a new body, a new face.