Monroe Johnson - When The Wolves Turn In Their Coats lyrics

I'm standing on a stage staring into a solitary light Good night she cries from the bedpost of my eye I can teach you to be a lonely man but first you must understand It's not your fault, your flaws in thrall to the debts of your hand Our lines are not always Written with words on a page They'll point the way home When the wolves turn in their coats Beasts and slaves enchained at the gates of my name Prostrate on a pyre and all the treasure in flames The barons of keep had bartered their sacrums and saints For this sacrosanct choir, this spire of fiery fate The children need something to eat Swallowed while in their sleep They'll point the way home When the wolves turn in their coats My demimonde of words now wonder like vagabonds Lying naked in the aisle lost in their song Jesus, fools, and ghosts Are down by the pier giving toasts They'll point the way home When the wolves turn in their coats The Natives are up in arms The pirates have lost their charm Onboard the quarter deck the captain speaks But I don't think he's in charge When I step down from this stage And the light slowly fades from my face I know there is a way home When the wolves turn in their coats