art of understanding
coyote theory
the way that i had things planned
it's all wrong-it's backwards from beginning to end
and i've got nowhere to hide
and i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
it's a last chance romance
baby i don't know this dance
i need a place to go and a space to grow
and a dream that stays when the rooster crows
where it's hot when it snows and the sky is in the road
where everything i know is everything i don't
and i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i'll let the western sun set
i'll go the way the wind blows
i don't know why i don't know
and i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i don't know why i don't know
i'll let the western sun set
i'll go the way the wind blows
i don't know why i don't know