Ströer Bros. & Fine - Pipedream's Puff lyrics

When I first plied this pilgrim's trade, Amusement was the game I played; All jest and zesty cavalcade, Of consequences unafraid; A merry marching masquerade Of maidens who could never fade; In answer to the prayers I prayed, Odd plod: toward God, all promenade. When I first plied this pilgrim's trade, Amusement was the game I played; A merry marching masquerade, In answer to the prayers I prayed; But now that welcome's overstayed: Meek mud regrets the escapade. All jest as zesty bets are laid, Of consequences unafraid. Odd plod, toward God, all promenade And none can shun the cavalcade. But now frail prayer's unheard, unprayed: Meek mud regrets the escapade. Life is brief. Time's a thief. Sweet to live. It's our chance to take. It's our choice to make. It's our voice to wake. It's our woe to slake. What do wolves dream about? Wolves dream of hunger and running. Wolves dream of the good old days, when the Milky Way was bright in the speckled sky. Wolves dream of weeping and licking wounds. When wolves' dreams come true, paradise returns.