To the coyote lying dead on the side of the highway
I've been through your land countless times without asking your leave
But now it seems that I am free to go on my way while you would left there
Broken with only burning father sun to grieve and bleach your bones
As white as the moon, as white as the yellow moon

To the vulture flying low along the line of the highway
You won't have to wait very long to eat your fill
'Cause the river of gray that divides the horizon
Will surely leave a carcass in its wake
A twisted golden braid of fur and meat turning black
Black as the road as black as the gray road

And the gray road is the great worm
That meets itself on the far side of the world
And the gray road is the great worm
That eats its tail beneath our feet

To the man selling blankets on the side of the highway
The sign says you're friendly and nice and I have no doubt that's true
But one of these mornings you gonna rise up singing
A song that your grandfather knew but your father forgot and buried
And was paved over by the gray road, the same road that you walk now
As nice as a man, as nice as the last man

And the gray road is the great worm
That meets itself on the far side of the world
And the gray road is the great worm
That eats its tail beneath our feet