Joe Walsh Wolf
Woke up again this morning
To play another game
It comes without a warning
It's nothing you can name, nothing you can name
It's raining in the meadow
Shepherd's gone to town
Wolf has finished breakfast
No-one else around, no-one else around
And we are feeling fine
Still get lonely, I don't mind
And now we're out of danger
I guess they'll sound, all [Incomprehensible] in the fountain
And wishing for a better year, for a better year
