The Dogs

Was walking down 10th Street
Was going to see my friend
I know he always understands me
Even when I am being evasive
We both move slowly our own ways
Sometimes I ask him to speed up
Sometimes I just stare out the window
And he drives us home from Canada

Now the dogs are awake
And the wind sweeps down my street
And the world feels cold and clean

I was walking down York Street
I was going to see my friend
I know when the world gets too noisy
She covers up my ears
When I'm awake in the early in the morning
Still spinning from last night
She talks me down, down, down to the ground
Where I stand frozen in her searchlight

Now the dogs are awake
And the wind sweeps down my street
And the world feels cold and clean