Mountain Jumper

When I'm walking alone in the night I see the green coyote in the distance
 Strolling in the desert long beneath the crescent moon
 In the boomerang action of the noon gang I climb the hills and I wonder
 Thunder and the lightning falls into a barren zone
 Maybe someone saw me in the forest last Wednesday night, I don't know.
 I visit all the time but then again I try to not to be seen, in the green.
 'Cause I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
 I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
 I look at the bones, purplish tones, across the valley painted by the sage brush
 Driest open prairie waiting for the fallen stars.
 On a rock edge hanging off a steep ledge I climb on down into an oak tree
 Rolling in it's twisted limbs I float above the ground
 Running from a rolling angry tumbleweed down a hill, in the wind
 Sliding on the gravelly traveling avalanches on the slope, in the plain
 'Cause I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
 I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
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 On the high ground, shaken by a low sound, the desert looming in the distance
 Looking at the sunlight dying through the blackened ridge
 Water out of nowhere, flying through the air, I see the tidal wave and I'm under
 Holding in my breath I sink into the desert sea
 Swimming through the turning and churning into the afternoon sun, up above
 Floating river canyon abandoned by sand and heat and all the rocks, on the plain
 'Cause I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night
 I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
 I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.
 I'm a mountain jumper, when I ride the night...