Darlin, you had the notion
To walk westward, to the ocean.
Follow, close behind
All of them street dogs, lost their minds.
For when the wind does blow,
Make yourself at home.
We can make this better for a moment.
Darlin, you had the notion
To walk westward, to the ocean.
Darlin, lead us to the lighthouse,
Your feet touch the sand.
Lying in the harms of such a wonderful friend.
I'm waiting.
