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 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 