A
memorial salute to a canine member of the family that we miss.
Only The Wind
He's
under every table for scraps on my plate
His
bone's in the yard looking well masticated
In
the back of my mind something doesn't fit in
when
the noise at the back door is only the wind
He's
across every river from here to the Stein
And
with each cat that is frozen in a pose that's all spine
it's
gonna take me some time for my world not to spin
when
the noise at the back door is only the wind
He
tore along the landscape ahead of my truck
Covered
80 odd clicks to Penticton
He
reminded the racoons not to mess with a wolf
'cause
they're keepin' it gangster in his jurisdiction
Poor
guy!
He's
around every corner, it's like he's still here
His
blanket feels cold but my nose swears he's near
It'll
take me some time for it all to sink in
that
any noise at the back door is only the wind
JP
- vocals, guitar
Charles
Knowles - bass
Tom
Neville – mandolin
Russ
Batchelor - harmony
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