David's Wolves

I met a girl down in new orleans
She took me in, gave me a place sleep
I didn’t know or care how she looked or felt
But i remember my hair and the way that it smelt.
The man i know, who lives there now
He’s picked me up, and we’ve fallen down
He taught me how to drink, and furrow my brow
We would laugh at ourselves, and man would it be loud
Another friend, who shares his name
He has two wolves, that he keeps in a cage
And he lets the right one out, depending on how
Much hell he wants to raise, in this tiny little town
They call me out, when I hold my breath
On the things I said, against the things I meant
They tell me that I, was rarely ever right
but I’ve been drunk for days, not to mention nights
But above all, I love them dear
They understand, my foolish fears
We shave off a few years, over cigarettes and beers
We believe some little lies, about the women we’ve held near