Lone Wolf

somewhere in the city a silent figure soon will pass
weaving through the streets of empty dreams and broken glass
don't he look familiar like a friend you use to know
one who spoke his mind and always let his feelings show

searching through the garbage for a piece of solid gold
but not the kind that can be seen or touched or even sold
knowing that he's going all alone against the grain
watching all his fortune disappearing down the drain

he's the lone wolf and you think he likes to lose
but he'd rather be dead then walking, walking in your shoes

coming from a nowhere town you shared a common dream
of breaking lose and busting out and making your own scene
but it didn't take too long before you sold your soul
just another heartless clown to clutter rock and roll

somewhere in the distance now you hear this haunting howl
and deep within your mind you see the lone wolf on the prowl
beating ever louder now your heart begins to pound
crashing through the window next you see this dreadful hound

he's the lone wolf and you think he likes to lose
but he'd rather be dead then walking
walking in your shoes

words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2001 Sunny Smedley Music