the lone wolf

he was the lone wolf you could see it in his eyes

the way he held his heart the way he held his lies

sometimes he's just show up outside on the porch

and hour at a time like a lonely whore

she was a scarecrow the way she always looked around

for something she once had and never could be found

time was on her side but she never kept track

all the hunters came and took her memories back

once they met inside a dirty curtained room

and the rain fell down hard that day onto the tin roof

she said i've seen you before