Howling Lyrics

I'm sitting outside on the steps tonight

Smoking your mother's cigarettes

The wind is howling through the trees

Watching your face in the firelight

Through the crack in the doorway

As you quietly pack up the game

I'm sitting outside on the steps tonight

Knowing the evil in this world

The wind is wailing at the sea

Watching your face in the firelight

With all its beauty and its grief

And I'm powerless to help

And you're surrounded by her things now

The rustic pictures and antiques

And your face looks just like hers

And there's a hollowness inside us all

Since she left this little house

And there's a rage that spreads like fire