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