I've been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you

To prove to you I do

It shouldn't be too hard to write

I'll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha

You were stranded on Jackson with bus fare to who knows where

I took you in right then and there

And life took on a new form;

No more staying out all night

No more killing ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright

No more sleeping with strangers and those awkward goodbyes

I've never had much family

Never had too many friends-

Then you came wandering through

And pompously, I took you for granted;

That's why I gotta write this little love song for you

I'll sing about those Denver mornings you'd wake up bawling about a long lost kid

Your maternal instincts were kicking in

As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks

You brought home a dog you found in the alley

You said, "Can we keep her?"

I said, "What kind of man would I be?"

So, you bought her a collar and called her family

Writers are selfish, writers are egotists;

I'm afraid I'm as bad as it gets

I keep forgetting to censor the truth

That's why I better write some kind of love song for you

Driving cross country in a U-Haul

On the hunt for our new home

High atop Eagle Rock

We found a house with a big backyard

So, we picked up yet another mutt

From the Crenshaw pound

Sipping coffee on the porch

While the dogs wrestle on the lawn...

I'm sorry I've had my doubts

We're a family of strays

But together we've been found