My dog fell down the stairs

He's getting old

Winter is close

Baseboards are feeling cold

And my father said he's leaving

Family's headed west

And i heard that that you went missing

When there was nothing left

You could find your own way home

And you're back when the grass is grown

Now i'm patching up all the holes

But i'm scraped from the gravel road

I see it on your face you know

Nothing feels the same in the morning

I walked towards your place at night

Hoping it would change but it hasn't

The line's real packed just to get across the border

And i tread real fast

Keep my head above the water but I fold

It's getting old

You could find your own way home

And you back when the grass is grown

Now i'm patching up all the holes

But i'm scraped from the gravel road