In the hallway they walk
Laughing while they talk.
But in the back of my eye,
I see the lonely guy.

Walking with head down low,
Waiting to be attacked like the coyote with the doe.
As as I saw the coyote bend,
The guy raised his head.

But in in act of god,
the coyote turned broad.
Came up to the doe
And they walked,
laughing and talking all the way home.