Wolf In The Wilderness

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Bill Payne

One of the new songs with Robert Hunter lyrics performed by Bill Payne. This is a first shot at the lyrics - any help gratefully received.

How was the wolf in the northwest country
King of the territory south of the moon
Midnight rang down streamers of glory
Erase that for the sake of my tune

If you don't know what I'm speaking of
You're far better off than if you do
Stick to the safe perception of love
Give the wild to the wolf, it's not for you

Get born, grow up, live in motion pictures
Try real life from a distant stance
Don't try to find what the prints on the porch were
Underneath the window, it was just romance

Hell's bells, wolf in the wilderness
Pull that trigger boy, if you dare
Hold that wolf from here to Zephyrus
Make your own soul dry and bare

Make this world fine, pink and pretty
Nice little rosebuds on a French lace
Move the wild a bit closer to the city
Hold it to a mirror held to your face

I can't say what I'm trying to get across
My words don't mean that much to you
Reach out, touch me, feel my loss
That's about the best that we can do

Hell's bells, wolf in the wilderness
Pull that trigger boy, if you dare
Hold that wolf from here to Zephyrus
Make your own soul dry and bare

Hell's bells, wolf in the wilderness
Pull that trigger boy, if you dare
Hold that wolf from here to Zephyrus
Make your own soul dry and bare

Wolf in the wilderness
Pull that trigger boy, if you dare
Hold that wolf from here to Zephyrus
Make your own soul raw and bare

How was the wolf in the northwest country
King of the territory south of the moon
Midnight rang down streamers of glory
Forget my words, listen to my tune
Forget my words, listen to my tune