It’s 6:05 and she’s already left The alarm stick rings at the end of our bed But I won’t go back to sleep There’s a park at the end of our street
Oh and I bring a ball that I throw to the sky And repeat that step until I get tired The ring is [?] falls I try to bargain with gravity But she was never that kind to me
Me in my mourning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would
Owners and four-legged friends in command Right the part of the park they don’t want you to stand With the rain turning the grass into mud And your German Shepherd, next one to the [?] [?] he’s been getting in the mud
But he only wanted to play He fumbles in disparity Searching for some company
Me in my mourning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would
From the other side of my vision line Runs an unwavering love Some howling thing The safety pin holding them up
Me in my mourning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would Me in my morning For the pre-coffee yawning Starting the day with a walk And some cold October air