paroles de chanson Hoot - Bryn Scott-Grimes

Ever wonder how it would feel to be a coyote?
Out there under the stars all free and wild
Makin it up as you go
Rollin around in the dirt down low
Nearing midnight
By the far off shining light
Waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon in the sky

(I gon' take a deep breath then it's on with the show)

Don't you ever feel the need to shout and holler?
Aren't you sick of havin' your feet held to the fire?
Why not throw it away?
Money, heart ache, stress, old age
For a new life
And a pair of white canines
Waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon in the sky

But wouldn't it be a shame not havin' tears to cry?
Nothin but the lonely moon to get you high
Wouldn't you miss just thinkin' of the days gone by
All night under the tumbling lavender sky

Surely there is some other way to go about it
Don't they say if there is a will there is a wag of the tail?
Why not strike up a deal?
Shake, roll over, sit, stop, heel
By the roadside
Where the gravel turns to rye
Waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon in the sky
Yeah waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon rollin' by
Waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon in the sky
Yeah waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon rollin' by
Yeah waitin' for your chance to hoot at the moon in the

Sky

Sky!