He Thinks He’s The Hunter...She Knows He’s The Prey
10.12.2019
She likes it hot as the days of summer
She likes it cold as a three-dog night
She likes to howl at the moon
Like a wolf pack runner
She likes to bark at the shadows
Behind the eyes of the night
All the signs
They point the other way
The wind cries
“Save yourself!
Turn and run away!”
The sun hides
The moon rides
Its own tidal wave
Sees you’re frozen in your tracks
Knows you’re never coming back
Never saw it coming
Never make it through the night
Never see the light of another day
Should have taken off running
Should have run toward the light
Should have seen the danger coming your way
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
He scans the night
Through his sights
But she’s already primed
For the jugular bite
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
Can’t call her canine
‘Cause she’s a ten
Nose so sharp
Nothing she can’t find
You can run
But you’ll never win
Don’t stand a chance
Especially if you’re not downwind
You haven’t got the skills
You haven’t got enough time
Just give in to her calling
If you have half a mind
She’s the eyes in the distance
She’s the growl in the wind
She’s the scratching at the door
She’s what lurks around the bend
All the signs
They point the other way
The wind cries
“Save yourself!
Turn and run away!”
The sun hides
The moon rides
Its own tidal wave
Sees you’re frozen in your tracks
Knows you’re never coming back
Never saw it coming
Never make it through the night
Never see the light of another day
Should have taken off running
Should have run toward the light
Should have seen the danger coming your way
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
He thinks he’s the hunter
She knows he’s the prey
