Driving home from Idaho,
just crossed the alcohol line
We stopped at a payphone,
told the folks we're doing fine
A storm had followed us in
from the north down to the south
Looked like God had chewed up the fury
and then had spit it out
Thunder shook the hills,
and we shook in our seats
Just wondering if it was
our destiny to meet
And the rain came down like cannonballs,
and the lightning lit the sky
On the night we almost died
On the night we almost died
On the night we almost died
The tow truck towed us into town,
holed up at a cheap motel
And I caught a piece of heaven
from the other side of hell
And through my little window,
just past the neon sign
I saw the ruby mountains,
a coyote up on high
He sang a song of sorrow
for the man he used to be
And now he roams those hills
in the body of a beast
And still I'm left just wondering
why him and why not me
I guess it's just the way
things are made to be
Now I play on his old guitar
or pluck these golden strings
Where he wanders the next world
in search of better things
And still I'm left just wondering
why him and why not me
I guess it's just the way
that things are made to be
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