Yeah,

when

I

was

on-

ly

se-

ven-

teen,

I

could

hear

the

an-

gels

whis-

pe-

ring

So

I

drove

in-

to

the

wo-

ods

and

wan-

dered

a-

im-

les-

sly

a-

bout

Un-

til

I

he-

ard

my

mot-

her

sho-

u-

ting

through

the

fog

It

turned

out

to

be

the

h-

ow-

ling

of

a

d-

og

Or

a

wo-

lf

to

be

ex-

a-

ct

The

sound

sent

shi-

vers

down

my

back

But

I

was

drawn

in-

to

the

pack

And

be-

fore

lo-

ng

they

al-

lo-

wed

me

to

join

in

and

sing

their

so-

ng

So

from

the

cliffs

and

hi-

gher

still

Yeah,

we

would

glad-

ly

get

our

fill

How-

ling

end-

les-

sly

and

shril-

ly

at

the

dawn

And

I

lost

the

taste

for

jud-

ging

right

from

wr-

ong

For

my

flesh

had

turned

to

fur

Yeah,

and

my

thoughts,

they

su-

rely

we-

re

Turned

to

in-

stinct

and

o-

bed-

ien-

ce

to

God

You

can

wear

your

f-

ur

like

a

ri-

ver

on

fi-

re

But

you

bet-

ter

be

su-

re

if

you're

m-

a-

kin'

God

a

li-

ar

I'm

a

rat-

tles-

nake,

ba-

be,

I'm

like

fuel

on

fire

So

if

you're

gon-

na'

get

made

don't

be

af-

ra-

id

of

what

you've

learned

On

the

d-

ay

that

I

turned

twe-

nty-

three

I

was

curled

up

un-

der-

neath

a

dog-

wood

tree

When

sud-

den-

ly

a

girl,

her

skin

the

co-

lor

of

a

pearl

She

wan-

dered

aim-

les-

sly,

but

she

did-

n't

seem

to

see

She

was

lis-

tenin'

for

the

an-

gels

just

like

me

So

I

stood

and

looked

a-

bout

I

brushed

the

leaves

off

of

my

snout

And

then

I

heard

my

mot-

her

sh-

ou-

ting

through

the

trees

You

shoul-

d've

seen

that

girl

go

sha-

ky

at

the

kne-

es

So

I

took

her

by

the

arm

We

set-

tled

down

u-

pon

a

farm

And

raised

our

child-

ren

up

as

ge-

nt-

ly

as

you

ple-

ase

And

now

my

fur

has

turned

to

skin

And

I've

been

quic-

kly

u-

shered

in

To

a

world

that

I

con-

fess

I

do

not

kn-

ow

But

I

still

dream

of

run-

nin'

care-

less

through

the

sno-

w.

And

through

the

how-

lin'

winds

that

blow

Ac-

ross

the

an-

cient

dis-

tant

fl-

ow

It

fill

our

bo-

dies

up

like

wa-

ter

till

we

kn-

ow

You

can

wear

your

f-

ur

like

a

ri-

ver

on

fi-

re

But

you

bet-

ter

be

su-

re

if

you're

m-

a-

kin'

God

a

li-

ar

I'm

a

rat-

tles-

nake,

ba-

be,

I'm

like

fuel

on

fire

So

if

you're

gon-

na'

get

made

don't

be

af-

ra-

id

of

what

you've

learned