howl at the moon

*a song in progress

you've been howling at the moon;
morning will be here soon.
you told me i was rude,
but it's confusing to me dude.
there are moments on an eggshell:
good friends are silent: they know you well.
you flash anger like a struck match-
it'll burn through or will it last?

you can be tender, humble, and of like mind
a gentlemen i would find,
but like seeing you,
i catch a glimpse of that kind,
before months whipe you from my mind.
you've been out all night:
the darkness leaves shadows
beneath your eyes, and you sleep
everywhere.
morning will be here soon;
you've been howling at the moon.
whatever the night gave,
you'll wake up to.

a man doesn't like to speak of himself,
and i'm not a name on a shelf;
you care more than you care to,
but i won't ask you what you're up to.
you've been howling at the moon;
morning will be here soon.
you'll sleep it off 'til noon,
but i won't be there.
i said something you hate to hear,
but i also gave sweetness in your ear;
you can forget the night,
you can forget the injury, and
you just might step down
from it all,
and notice i've turned the page.

morning will be here soon,
wake up from this familiar dream:
you have been there,
standing round before legality
until it became
your business as a man.
when you wake, will you be old;
when you wake, will you be told?
morning will be here soon;
you've been howling at the moon.
whatever the night gave,
you'll wake up to.