Life has given you a gift
May I have it?
Sitting up alone, sipping on writer´s cologne
My wife sleeps well
I should have asked for some loving

In the morning, for sure
When Confederate Jasmine clings to the air
Like a soft note from a dented horn
And Grover counts to fifty
In the other room, sweetly forlorn

But there’s a wolf in my house
Messing up the bed I learned to make in AA
And a frightened child won´t tell the wolf to go away
It brings a smile to the tear in the eye of the shepherd on the hillside
We´ve seen enough wolf for one day
And packs his staff away

The heart of man
Is a fork in the road
That’s where I stand

As the ocean pulls the moon from behind the cloud
His face makes the wolves howl
Wakes my wife, makes my wife find a towel
She says, "It´s late, I´m bleeding"
And we´re making love right now