Counting Small Dogs
Must have been, sometime in June.
I could tell, by how long, the ol' day would stretch out
I walked with a purpose, in my sneakers, down the street
I had, many questions, like children often do
I said
Tell me where is my dog Spot
Tell me am I very far
Must have been, later in June
On my way, the sun broke free of the clouds
He'd tell me stories, tell me stories, of my dog Spot
I'd ask, many questions, like children often do
He said
Tell me why you're missing Spot
'Cuz I'd really like know him
Tell me why you loved him so
Tell me why you're missing Spot
'Cuz I think I can feel him
So tell me am I very far
It's getting cold, too cold for June
As we sat, the story came out of his mouth
He'd tell me the story, of Spot's glory, and his defeat
I'd ask, many questions, like children often do
Tell me are you missing Spot
'Cuz I'd know that I feel that way
I know he saved our lives
Tell me are you missing Spot
'Cuz I don't want to replace him
So tell me am I the only one
Must have been, nearly ten years
Since we lay, the cold biting at our hands and our feet
We'd yell for someone, only a dog would come, to save our day
I'd ask, could we keep him, like children often do...
-November 5th, 2000-ThirdRealiti-