Sons and Unwed Mothers

I lost my lover deep inside this valley
I was searching when I thought I heard her call
But the echoes in the canyon so much like my lover’s voice
Were the high white cries of eagles spinning careless in the wind

I lost my lover in an old house off the freeway
We’d stopped to take some rustic photographs
Yeah, I walked the halls and empty rooms but all I heard was rain
So I made my way up to the cemetery on the hill

Oh, The wild goose runs circles round the wishing well till dawn
All the sons and unwed mothers make their way down through the fog
Does the howling of these dire wolves wake the dead or just the dogs?

I lost my lover in the shadows of this city
We were waiting for our rideshare in the rain
She kissed me twice and snapped her fingers
And suddenly I stood at the edge of every world
I’d ever conjured in my mind

Oh, The wild goose runs circles round the wishing well till dawn
All the sons and unwed mothers make their way down through the fog
Does the howling of these dire wolves wake the dead or just the dogs?

Oh, The wild goose runs circles round the wishing well till dawn
All the sons and unwed mothers make their way down through the fog
Does the howling of these dire wolves wake the dead or just the dogs?