When The Wolves Turn In Their Coats Lyrics - Singles - Monroe Johnson

I'm standing on a stage staring into a solitary light 

Good night she cries from the bedpost of my eye 

I can teach you to be a lonely man but first you must understand 

It's not your fault, your flaws in thrall to the debts of your hand 

Our lines are not always 

Written with words on a page 

They'll point the way home 

When the wolves turn in their coats 

Beasts and slaves enchained at the gates of my name 

Prostrate on a pyre and all the treasure in flames 

The barons of keep had bartered their sacrums and saints 

For this sacrosanct choir, this spire of fiery fate 

The children need something to eat 

Swallowed while in their sleep 

They'll point the way home 

When the wolves turn in their coats 

My demimonde of words now wonder like vagabonds 

Lying naked in the aisle lost in their song 

Jesus, fools, and ghosts 

Are down by the pier giving toasts 

They'll point the way home 

When the wolves turn in their coats 

The Natives are up in arms 

The pirates have lost their charm 

Onboard the quarter deck the captain speaks 

But I don't think he's in charge 

When I step down from this stage 

And the light slowly fades from my face 

I know there is a way home 

When the wolves turn in their coats