Late night (late night)
Come home (come home)
Gave up my day to something I loathe
Unwind (unwind)
Unload (unload)
Sleep for a bit then back at it we go
I don’t have to hunt, and my belly stays full
But I have to get paid, and I don’t get to roam
Get time to myself, but sometimes I’m alone
For better or worse, we are not wolves

Could be howling at the waxing gibbous
Instead I’m tryna go from rags to riches
Could be running wild inside of yellowstone
Instead I’m in here hung up on my telephone

Divided a planner page into thirds, a fraction each for sleeping, me, and work
The latter takes a half and keeps a dream deferred, stealing turns from me and sleep’s decreasing worth
And me’s a man who needs a decent chance to feel alive, so sleep be damned, I’d rather feed the urge
Keep alert, stare and sweep and stir, eventually it’s all a swirling, seething, hurling, heaping blur
Somebody has to grow because somebody has to pull because somebody has to load
Because somebody has to have it so they can grab it while they’re passing go
An ant hill is to ants and so the structures that a man can sculpt must be natural
We think we’ve past the clans animals with our flashy gadgets and collateral
Diverted once we started fanning smoke, now I’m counting seconds to my planned sabbatical
Where I can run to where the sky is magical
Like I was in a pack of wolves

It’s a dog eat dog world, and my fangs have been dulled
My hide has been stretched all the ways that I’m pulled
It’s a dog eat dog world, and it’s all I know
For better or worse, we are not wolves