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Lyrics
Please, don't be gone too long
you know I don't like to left anywhere alone
the window's rolled up and the bones were gone an hour ago
still...I wait, and I wag my tongue from my face
and I know I might be done for if I cannot leave this place.
Lonely faces pass by
they want to be my savior
a change in their motion, then a change in their minds
and though they walk away, I think
"yeah, that's the one I could love, I could go home with,
be faithful for the rest of my days."
Recall before we came for milk and honey on Pennylane,
a sign of affection you gave.
Billowing plumes, hues of golden dried leaves
on the flags in a courtyard,
ahead toward the light on a gravel sand street
swagger paws to the beat with the march of the marching band's dixieland dirge
for a dog on his funeral leash.
If you'd come back to your car, I know I'd be a better dog from now on...
Maybe someday I'll be old but not gone
and you'll reach out and touch my head and I'll look up
and you'll see blueing eyes filled with yours
not holding any grudge for the times that I'd wait inside or out
to think I wasn't good enough for you to care about.
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