Going to Morocco

There's no wolves around here. There's no wolves around here. Have a drink. Drink your fill. From the tap. From the still. If you won't, i will. But there are no wolves around here. There's no reason to cry. There's no reason to cry. You can have a seat for a while. Relax. Smile. But don't touch that dial, 'Cause there is no reason to cry. There's a gutteral stop in my throat. There's a gutteral stop in my throat. The wind comes in from far and wide. Sands blow. Grains collide. I'm changing inside. And there's a gutteral stop in my throat.