Somewhere out there in the trees 
Dry leaves stirred up by the breeze 
Sleeping dog picks up the scent 
In the the wind he senses 

The cracking brance, the swinging gate 
The distant thunder on the way 
All of this can by explained 
As but the trappings of the trouble 
All the trouble in our hearts 

The house so still, the moon so bright 
You take my hand to touch your thigh 
It's time we took hold of the 

Curtains blown in by the wind 
Without a word you take me in 
Sleeping dog picks up the scent 
As we chase away the trouble 
All the trouble in our hearts 

The night is hot, the dog has gone 
Gone out prowling for the dawn 
You and I are left alone 
Alone and howling at the trouble