I get home after one and the dog looks drunk

He should walk it off with that little strut he does

Yes, I dug up the dirt and heard from little birds who'd gotten hurt

That you were mean before me, love

You could throw a stone, but can't we all?

So we man our shops and fix up where the kids have picked the locks

And then the moon makes wolves of us

And we battle lust


But don't follow me now

Don't be howling


You're too much, you're too soon

You want me to come up to your room

And I want to too but I'm with him and you're with you

So what do we do now?

The world throws up a hundred little clues

And they all seem as doomed as us and it cuts and cuts


But don't follow me now

Don't be howling

'Cause the feelings turn and the turning hurts

The wings of birds and the arms of girls


You've gone and lost your shoes and now you curse me and I curse you

You're gone in the woods and now you're hurting and I hurt too

You've gone and got me good

You know you got me good and you knew you would