Listen to Coyote You

Sorta like the “missed connections” section of the songwriter personal ads. Welcome to the lighter side of social stalking.


Coyote You

© 2003 Bryan Masters

G
It's a small town
D
I see you everywhere,
        Am                   C
but I still don't know your name
      G
So I ask 'round
             D
it gets me nowhere, but I'm
  Am                C
wondering just the same
           Em
'Bout an odd-looking girl
        Am
in her own little world
       C                  D
on an old lady paperboy bike
         Em
And my friends can't recall
              Am
if they've seen you at all
        C               D
but I think we may be alike

             G
Everywhere I go
             D
I see your face
      C                        Am      D
And then you're gone again without a trace
            G                    D
leaving behind your strange perfume
        C
in the air
                 Am
but you're not there
             G   D  C  D 
you coyote you

I'm no wallflower,
but when I try to address you
I freeze like a freshman fool
my mouth turns sour
and I guess God will bless
the exception that proves the rule
that even a guy brave
as me can turn shy
when he's finally met his match
but a match may go out
when the winds get too stout
and my wits are too scattered to fetch

         Em
At the bookstore
         Am
on the dance floor
         C              D
at the grocery near my home
        Em
at the gallery
            Am
my meager salary
        F
wagers that you'd prefer
              D              G  D  C  Am
you weren't leaving alone

This is madness
When I see you again
I swear I'll begin to unwind
the quiet sadness
I see there under your skin
don't know what I expect to find
I guess I'll take a chance
on this gentle advance
perfect time for a perfect surprise
though I may make too much
of this middle-aged crush
I can see through your clever disguise

Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP