The Stone Coyotes

Your Fall from Grace

The Stone Coyotes
The Stone Coyotes


Back in the beginning

You held your head up high

And I remember thinking

You breathed a finer air than I


When your star was on the rise

You were sought by kings and queens

Now a man I scarcely recognize

Walks through the crowd unseen


Fame’s a cold mistress

She’ll laugh right in your face

And say she came to witness

Your fall from grace


At first she sat beside you

And whispered in your ear

“You’re almost like a god”

You pretended not to hear


But you took it all as gospel

You believed what you were told

Temptation’s grasping fingers

Found the crack along your soul


Since you laid eyes on her

Truth you pushed aside

You sacrificed your honor

And you auctioned off your pride


With the cameras there to capture

Your slide downhill

Those who once sat enraptured

Closed in for the kill