I was lonesome as a coyote, not a friendly face for miles.
A gentle name & I remembered it when the moons so bright it hurts.
Oh Isobel a wicked prairie fire, looking for the wind on the wings of desire.
Turn me over in your mind, think about you & me.
Ridin’ out storms & trailin’ winds dreaming other dreams.
Oh Isobel a wicked prairie fire, looking for the wind on the wings of desire.
That ol’ bronco is four square as hard as bedrock.
Don’t make me out no saint but don’t put me down to deep.
Oh Isobel a wicked prairie fire, looking for the wind on the wings of desire.