I told you before. You know it may take a little while. I'd like to go there with you but. Runnin' just ain't my style. You want me to stay, well. You got to take it nice and slow.
There's a howlin at my window, baby. I hear him closin in. That green-eyed jackal's got the scent. Knows I'll let him in. He slinks in by me at the fire.