The Stone Coyotes

Before We Go

B. Keith


A woman in the prime of her beauty

In ancient days steppin’ down to the Nile

Paused to look at her reflection

And she smiled a mysterious smile


Oh – in the sweet bye and bye

When that chariot swings down low

We’re gone and forgotten in the blink of an eye

All the more reason to rock before we go


A drifter down to the last dime in his pocket

Said, “I’ve got the world on a string

To be alive even for a minute

Is no trifling matter, no trivial thing”


I heard these words from a wise man

“We’re a puff of smoke – We’re a vapor trail

Left by a jet flying over the ocean”

I said, “Yes, I know, but I still want to wail”


So what if we’re dust on somebody’s window

Just a dot on history’s page

At least you get your dance in the spotlight

At least you get your hour on the stage