Howling At The Trouble

Somewhere out there in the trees
 Dry leaves stirred up by the breeze
 Sleeping dog picks up the scent
 In the the wind he senses
 The cracking brance, the swinging gate
 The distant thunder on the way
 All of this can by explained
 As but the trappings of the trouble
 All the trouble in our hearts
 The house so still, the moon so bright
 You awake, I catch your eye
 You take my hand to touch your thigh
 It's time we took hold of the
 Curtains blown in by the wind
 Without a word you take me in
 Sleeping dog picks up the scent
 As we chase away the trouble
 All the trouble in our hearts
 The night is hot, the dog has gone
 Gone out prowling for the dawn
 You and I are left alone
 Alone and howling at the trouble