The Wolves (Act I and II)
Someday my pain, someday my painWill mark youHarness your blame, harness your blameAnd walk through
With the wild wolves around youIn the morning, I'll call youSend it farther on
Solace my game, solace my gameIt stars youSwing wide your crane, swing wide your craneAnd run me through
And the story's all over youIn the morning i'll call youCan't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
What might have been lost -Don't bother me