"Spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin, I will leap like coyote when I go. Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin, I will run like the gray wolf when I go. I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon, Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon. I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow; I'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I go."
-Dave Carter, When I Go