Every Dog

EVERY DOG

I am lost in a world that’s not looking for me. Everyone is drowning in knee deep effort. Clouds pass and raindrops turn to puddles. Cars whiz by with their lights still on. I am reminded of the purpose of movement, the impermanence of passion, the mystery of…

Hey you sitting on the corner. Why are you sitting on the corner? Don’t you know that’s dangerous? Don’t you know that it’s sad? The sound of people everywhere makes the caged bird nervous. Got him singing for his supper. Got him singing for this life. But don’t you worry about a thing. EVERY DOG has his day. The lady pushes her pushcart. She crosses on the red light. She’s not taking her chances. She’s nobody’s fool. It’s not much of a history I know. It would make a hell of a story though. Not like "Footprints in the Sand". More like "Footsteps on Cement". Don’t you worry about a thing. Every dog has his day. (Those were the days I carried you I never left your side - 4X) The answer’s just around the corner if you’d just look around the corner. But it takes too much to ask the questions. So we all just sit around and cry about it. Don’t you worry about a thing. Every dog has his day. Like a picture gets its frame. Every dog has his day. I know you’re tired and that’s okay. Every dog has his day, or her day, or my day or your day, their day, our day.