Wolves

In the morning, I'll be rising, I'll be waking with the sun

Gearing for the road, to pack my bags, and then to run

And I'm not speaking, 'cause the perfect words, I always lack

In the morning I'll be rising, running, and never coming back

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body

I'm not waiting for the wolves

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out

I'm not waiting for the wolves

In the evening, I'll be resting, warmed by the Autumn harvest moon

And I'll be curing my disease, 'cause to you, I'm now immune

Searching for a reason, 'cause one never did appear

In the evening, I'll be resting, dreaming of another year

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body

I'm not waiting for the wolves

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out

I'm not waiting for the wolves

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body

I'm not waiting for the wolves

And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out

I'm not waiting for the wolves