Panthers
Panthers
BOB OLDREIVE & JOE LINDLEY
We were panthers and we ran
On twilight?s silver sand
In the tangles of the bayou
Disappear if you should follow
Never wait the light of day
To take our chosen prey
There?s a rustle in the trees
We wander where we please
All along our native coast,
Rumors, myths and ghosts
You wonder what we see
How it feels to be so free
To scale an ancient ruin
Silhouette the desert moon
Taking flight as we run
Hiding from the Mayan sun
A primal life austere
With only man to fear
Peering through the vines,
a pair of amber eyes
