The Wolf Is Bumpin - Blues Traveler

Panic is delicious

And sorrow simply tempts

And neither are as vicious

As the pain that each preempts

Where there’s hope that’s ash to choke on

The more you have, the more you taste

And the very things you love the most

Are the very things you waste

But if I could lift above the fall

Of tears and other rain

Take from you

That bit or blew

But always something

Is at your door

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

To dance within the agony

Of taking not a stride

Beyond all of the chaos

It’s the perfect place to hide

It’s not running when you go nowhere

Or have no place to be

Just to shuffle through the tearing smoke

Confused why you can’t see

But if I could lift above the fall

Of tears and other rain

Take from you

That bitter blue

But always something

Is at your door

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

It’s always something

At your door

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

Wanting more

Hey!

What becomes of trouble

When it’s everyone who’s in

Swirling mad cacophony

That replicates all sin

If it’s ever finally over

And at last we get to rest

Monotony and boredom

Will become the final test

But always something

Is at your door

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

There’s always something

At your door

The wolf is bumpin'

Wanting more

The wolf is bumpin'

Hey!

The wolf is bumpin'

Yeah!

The wolf is bumpin'

Yeah, yeah!

The wolf is bumpin'