Now they all lie in the ground
Bunch of bones in the backyard
Moldy peaches on their graves
The tree still blooming
Even though nobody cares about it
Now I'm stuck here with my thoughts
In the middle of the road
All dogs go to heaven
This is true and maybe God plays with them
I don't know, I would hope for that
Brother was the Pillow King
In the Blanket Castle that I've built for him
45 then 87-09, call this number
Maybe I will call you back
And if Heaven was a room
Where I'd meet them after all
I would say I miss you, so badly want you to return
But they won't hear my howl
Well maybe they're finally at home
Well maybe they're finally at home
