Rescue Dog (for Tosca)
Sick of writing sad sad songs
of silly stories and life lived wrong
You say that I am not that strong
Well, I know, I’m in a rut
Sometimes you forget
That staying in your own shoes might be the best bet for you
Perhaps I’m just the animal
That you lack in your life
So I went to the pound
To see if he was back around
Because I still believe in round trip tickets and the promises
Maybe he chose not to be
No more humane society
But I believe he’s coming back for me
My rescue dog
Seems to me that he left the scene
and now he’s the chuaua of that beauty queen
she’s everywhere I wana be
man, she’s living well
With designer shoes and designer dogs
Fame’s become a favorite god
Play that card with all your heart
I just want my Saint Bernard
Lassie and my lassitude
Save myself, no time to brood
My lack of courage and changing mood
Just gives you more fuel
Now my inspirations is lacking
And all the dogs are snapping snapping
Maybe I should just start backing up to the cat’s den
So sick of writing sad sad songs
of silly stories and life lived wrong
Maybe I am growing strong
and I just fail to see
The beauty of this funk I’m in
I’ll just break my case like Rin Tin Tin
Understand i’m not a sin
I just need a dog