I get home after one and the dog looks drunk He should walk it off with that little strut he does Yes, I dug up the dirt and heard from little birds who'd gotten hurt That you were mean before me, love You could throw a stone, but can't we all? So we man our shops and fix up where the kids have picked the locks And then the moon makes wolves of us And we battle lust But don't follow me now Don't be howling You're too much, you're too soon You want me to come up to your room And I want to too but I'm with him and you're with you So what do we do now? The world throws up a hundred little clues And they all seem as doomed as us and it cuts and cuts But don't follow me now Don't be howling 'Cause the feelings turn and the turning hurts The wings of birds and the arms of girls You've gone and lost your shoes and now you curse me and I curse you You're gone in the woods and now you're hurting and I hurt too You've gone and got me good You know you got me good and you knew you would