He's a man he's a home
He's the body that I know
I'm haunted by a dream of a life I can't conceive
In the closet I am warm with the love I can receive
While I lay half awake in bed with a girl in my dreams
There's a wolf there's a wolf
Howling at me there's a wolf
He finds his way into my closet as he scratches at the wood
He's a man he's a past
Tapping on the glass
But I won't let him in for that will do us no good