I’ve got this pack of wolves that live in my back yard. They only bother me sometimes so I let them stay. But as the clouds rolled in, it started to get dark, and they tried to come inside one rainy day.
I met this cutie with a tranquilizer gun. She read my mind, I swear she knew all I couldn’t say, but as they woke up I knew I would have to run, so I threw her to the wolves that rainy day.
And though I know I’m weak alone, I must fight them on my own, but I’d rather run until I no longer can. And as the past consumes the best of me, the wolves can have the rest of me, ‘cause I’d rather be a memory than a man.
I’ve got this aching in my feet each time I walk. My knees they call me coward every time I stop. And as the wolves catch up I turn to see her grave.
I threw my future to the wolves that rainy day.