Voice of the Howling

Satellite dishes on tar paper shacks
On a hot farm to market road
Outside some non-descript town
Where the wind don't ever blow

I'm starting to feel feral
Ignore me at your peril
When the sun goes down

Chorus
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call

I crouch silently beside the highway
Among wildflowers and road-kill
Dead soldiers who lost their way
Looking for something to steal

I think about ancient things
Arrowheads and Saturn's rings
When the darkness comes

Chorus
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call

Bridge
Shadows dance on the front porch
Anything to occupy the mind
Love, hunger and HBO
Primitive needs as old as time

Someone gazes through a plastic window
Something's afoot but there's no sound
As the world slows to a crawl
I'm covering lots of ground

I fly out of the blackness
So silent, mad and fearless
Wolf of the evenings

Chorus
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
I'm the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call



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Kent Newsome & Ronnie Jeffrey
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