Howling

I'msittingoutside on thestepstonight Smoking your mother's cigarettes The wind ishowlingthrough the trees Watching your face in the firelight Through thecrackin the doorway As youquietlypack up the game I'msittingoutside on thestepstonight Knowing the evil in this world The wind iswailingat the sea Watching your face in the firelight With all itsbeautyand its grief And I'mpowerlessto help And you'resurroundedby herthingsnow Therusticpictures and antiques And your facelooksjust like hers And there's ahollownessinside us all Since she left thislittlehouse And there's a rage thatspreadslike fire