From "Tripper" Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog a peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums In the sage to find a shivering fawn A little something to hang his hopes on He's the breather of fog now, and a lover of light He's ghost in the canyon, both a dog and a deer He's a singer of a sad song who only wanted to be a piece of the story, a part of our movie Across the scrub, the lights of Avalon A little something to hang his hopes on (Same chords for rest of song) Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog a peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down In the sage to find a shivering fawn A little something to hang his hopes on