Someday my pain,
someday my pain, will mark you
Harness your blame,
harness your blame and walk through
With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I'll call you
Send it farther on
Solace my game,
solace my game, it stars you
Swing wide your crane,
swing wide your crane and run me through
And the story's all over you
In the morning i'll call you
Can't you find a clue
when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
What might have been lost -