dog

Ben Folds

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