Stray Dog Freedom
There's a skinny dogIn a dirty parking lotAnd he doesn't bite, but he begs
And he knows what's trueSo if you are, he'll follow youIf you're headed home all the way
So we let him finishEvery dinner plateAnd we watched his tail saying "thanks, thanks, thanks"
And we tried to name himBut he ran awayOnce he knew his freedom was at stake
It's the same old shitSo it's how you deal with itIt's the glove that fits that you wear
So when the wind blows strongI put a few more layers onAnd I tell myself I don't care
I might make a phone callTo a better manTo ask the questions that I have
Like how did I get started?And where's it gonna end?Why should I treat a traitor like a friend?