The Wolves (Act I And II)

Someday my pain, someday my pain

Will mark you

Harness your blame, harness your blame

And walk through



With the wild wolves around you

In the morning, I'll call you

Send it farther on



Solace my game, solace my game

It stars you

Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane

And run me through



And the story's all over you

In the morning i'll call you

Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue



What might have been lost -

Don't bother me