My dog wears a path on the same line And lately I'm thinkin' I might take his advice, yeah, yeah
'Cause he sees through the fence and he thinks I'm free My brain and his chain look the same to me All alone in a cage with a head rest There's a thing I could get off my chest
'Cause I want to wear the path that's true And I want to wear the path with you
Out of the cold of the leash for years or more Don't even know what it was I was waiting for Well maybe I barked up the wrong tree That was then now I'm back won't you see me
'Cause I want to wear the path that's true And I want to wear the path with you Oh, it's true
I used to be afraid of growing old And hanging around the same old place But I got older anyway
So won't you So won't you So won't you brush my fears away 'Cause my dog wears a path on the same line
Now alone in this cage with a head rest There's a thing I should get off of my chest Buy a house, go to work in the same car Feed the dog, put our teeth in the same jar
Want to tell you that I want to wear the path that's true And I want to wear the path with you And I want to wear the path that's true
Compositores: Benjamin Scott Folds (BMI), Evan Scott Olson (BMI)Editores: Flying Queef Publishing (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #8204610 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM