The Hunger and the Howl

The asphalt is bleeding, the moon is a hook I’m reading your trail like a dirty old book Creeping through sagebrush, I’m ghosts in the pine I’ve crossed every border and every state line My engine is humming a low, steady threat The scent of your perfume, the smoke of my grit. In touch with the ground I’m on the trail, I’m making no sound I smell like the dust, I’m lost in the crowd The hunger is screaming, the silence is loud. Strutting my way, I’m coming for more Like a wolf at the gate, like a ghost at the door I’m hungry for the thrill, I’m hungry for the soul The Route 49 rhythm is taking control Yeah, I’m hunting like a wolf tonight Lost in the grey, but chasing the light! Burning the ground, I break the speed limit A high-octane dream, and I’m living within it Your eyes are the forest, deep and so wide There’s nowhere to run, and there’s nowhere to hide I’m the predator now, in a leather-bound skin The game is a circle, and I’m gonna win. Strutting my way, I’m coming for more Like a wolf at the gate, like a ghost at the door I’m hungry for the thrill, I’m hungry for the soul The Route 49 rhythm is taking control Yeah, I’m hunting like a wolf tonight Lost in the grey, but chasing the light! Hunting... yeah, I’m hunting. The gold in the grey... the wolf in the way.