Her Silver Bullet

I tried to be somebody that i wasn't. (beauty will do that to a man sometimes). In a dream I was told you lived in a motor home on the continental divide (so unlike you). In the whorl of the dream I was at your door and howled a couple of times then just stepped inside as if I'd been there a thousand times before. Everything in your place was a tangle(just like your mind) a single silver bullet sat on the nightstand it was obvious you weren't home-and possibly for quite some time. I never did get to see that beautiful face of yours, a face that could change men into wolves.