Wolf mother, where you been?. You look so worn, so thin,. You're a taker, devils maker. Let me hear you sing,. Hey ya he ya. . Wolf Father, at the door.
The sun shone high those few summer days. Left us in a soft, wide eyed haze. It shone like gold. It shone like gold. . But just as the moon, it shall stray.
I never thought that I was weak. Always thought I could get hurt pretty bad. Still get up on my own two feet. . I always believed that I was free. That I had some sense of integrity.
I never thought that I was weak. Always thought I could get hurt pretty bad. Still get up on my own two feet. . I always believed that I was free. That I had some sense of integrity.
Rose after rose of passenger place. Headed out again, running all in vain. Motel blues, only bad news. I'm never looking for you. You'll find me all the same.
I fell in love with you. Long before I knew. What it meant to give everything. I was a rolling stone. Rolling my way along. Till you came. And made sense out of everything.
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things. She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook. The fact that they've been blindly deceived. By those who preach and pray and teach.