The Wolves (Act I and II)

Someday my pain Someday my pain will mark you Harness your blame Harness your blame, 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 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 What might have been lost What might have been lost What might have been lost Don't bother me (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost (Don't bother me) What might have been lost What might have been lost Ah, ah Someday my pain Someday my pain, my pain Someday my pain Someday my pain