MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
Cold pine trees cut off moon
Four paws moving through the frosted noon
Breath in the brush, eyes on the ridge
We don\'t call out, we just slip through the ditch

[Chorus]
Run with the wolves when the fences fall
Mud on our coat and we don\'t look small
Hear that howl cut through the pines
[electric guitar fill]

[Verse 2]
Truck tires ticking on the frozen gravel
Porch light blinking from the house down the saddle
We keep to the tree line, take the back way home
Snow in our cups, no dogs, no phones
Old fence wire leaning in the weeds
We move past slow like we know what it means

[Chorus]
Run with the wolves when the fences fall
Mud on our coat and we don\'t look small
Hear that howl cut through the pines



[Verse 3]
If the gate\'s still locked, we go around
Boots gone quiet on the frozen ground
No flash, no fuss, just a line in the dark
One breath, one pack, one stubborn spark

[Outro]
Dawn comes thin over the split rail post
Smoke from the chimney and the crows on roast
We shake off the cold at the edge of town
Track our way back when the dogs settle down
Same road, same tree, same battered sky
Still moving like we got nowhere to hide
[Chorus]
Run with the wolves when the fences fall
Mud on our coat and we don\'t look small
Hear that howl cut through the pines
Back to the timber, back to the pack
Through the cut fence gap (hey!)