Howling at the Moon

Winds cry, wailing, walls I’ve been scaling, can’t back to settle down
Searching, wearing, my arms are tearing me back to older ground
And all my ghosts are calling
And all their hosts are stalling me

It’s gone too long
Gone too long to get it there

Midnight, bearing, moonlight is staring the past to come back now
I’m not caring, I’m only raring to pack it in the ground
Cause all that’s taught has fallen
And all that’s thought is all in me

Angels praying, morning is raising, we’ve made it through somehow
And that is what’s important
And that is what is calling me