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