Iron & Wine - Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog) Lyrics

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 the 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
And then he knew in the corner of the penny arcade

Song of the shepherd's dog
Waiting 'round the jack call the rooster
On the rooftop waiting for day
And ain't nobody's gonna 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 only 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