The Stone Coyotes

Red Letter Day

The Stone Coyotes
The Stone Coyotes


I am not rich and I’m not poor

Not exactly sick but never quite cured

I’ve been lost and I’ve been found

I’ve been up and then right back down


You’ll find me at the curve of the bay

Waitin’ for my red letter day


I have sorrow and regret

I forgive and now I even forget

I have borrowed and I’ve been owed

But most of the time I’ve been kickin’

                                        stones in the road


Someone with no earthly name

Gave me a torch- It had a steady flame

And said, “That’s all I have to give

Now go find the spark you started life with”


I have stumbled and I’ve tripped

Held the prize and then it slipped

Through the fingers of my hand

Just like these pretty little grains of sand


Out of tune and out of touch

All in all not a life that matters much

But oh – then again

I’ve seen the sun rise and I’ve known a friend