Loved a girl when I was twelve. From a book everything's in, To wide rule, pages in pen. And I saved each note, In an old box. So one day I could read them again, But I'll never feel the way that I felt. It's like the wolves' howl out at the wind. They know there's nothing to k**, And no mate to win. And when the snow comes, The beast puts himself to bed. (noises) People here keep me afraid.
I'll never say what I should say. Not in this paved up ghetto yard, All chicken-boned, subway cars. She saved my teeth, In a gla** jar. One day I will see you again, But I'll never feel the way that I felt It's like the wolves' howl out at the wind. They know there's nothing to k**, And no mate to win. And when the snow comes, The beast puts himself to bed. (repeated)