I feel like running

And howling at the moon

But the sun is stuck in place

So I’m chasing after you

…

I tear through the woods

Pretending you’re howling too

…

Branches whip

Yet you still sit poised with your book

The way you feel the air

Tells me you’ll be howling soon

…

I want to hear you howling with me

Wherever we may be

…

The breeze is nippy

As we skip through the trees

Something’s chasing after us

Howling at our heels

…

I want to hear you howling with me

Wherever we may be

The day is too long

The night is cold

But I promise

Howling I will be

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