Iron & Wine - Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) - Текст песни

Wolves by the road
 And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall 
 She leaned on her colored hair
 Like a butterfly wing in a summer rainfall
 And the roll on the kitchen floor
 Some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
 Song of the shepherd's dog
 A pitch in the dark in the ear of the lamb 
 Who was going to try to run away
 Whoever got that brave?

 Wolves in the middle of town
 And the chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees
 To wave to the butcher's boy 
 With the parking lot music everybody believes
 And then out like a dying bird 
 In the corner of the penny arcade
 Song of the shepherd's dog
 Waiting around the jack call of the rooster
 On the rooftop waiting for day
 And ain't nobody's going to say

 Wolves at the end of the bed
 And a postcard hidden in her winter clothes
 She beat in the back of a truck
 To the trailers when we trying to find the bullet hole
 And then run down the canopy rows
 Some mother and a baby with a cross to nail
 Song of the shepherd's dog
 Little brown flea in the bottle of oil 
 For your woolly wild hair
 You'll never get him out of there