Hard Working Dogs

Drunk sailors' wine is pure lightning

Joy each morning

It's the middle of the night and your phone keeps ringing

It's your new life calling

You pick it up or let it go to the machine

Either way there's no denying

The best of intentions never win out

Over true love's brutal timing

We watch blue hands typing

The words "love is frightening"

Love is frightening

Give up this touch-up job

There's no way to make it pretty

Goodness belongs to those hard-working dogs

That run down their field without pity

Without pity

Dark eyes call out from tangled bedsheets

Slender arms extending

The blind lead the blind in bedrooms like these

Keep in mind there's no pretending

We wake to sunlight bending

Through basement windows ending

Another night of careless spending

A night of careless spending

Grind me down and fill up your cup

Take me when you are weak

Hard-working dogs know their master is love

They lay down by love's side when it speaks

When love speaks