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