There are times when I feel like a wolf
A pack animal who's a fancy sheep
And I hunt
And I hunt
And I look at the moon and it's full
So we stop and we howl
Cause that's what we're told to do
In these times I forget to reflect
That a wolf is not a pet
But an untamed animal with instincts and intellect
And it knows what's best in the whole forest as it goes
And it follows the wind
And it follows the sounds and it's nose