a neighbor and her dog

she has a dog named mikey and said
mikey loves people
or was it
mikey loves everybody
mikey is special

so mikey rolled over and got a belly rub
and she didn't linger
but i
didn't get the finger

so maybe she'll talk to me again
who knows
we might see each other at the mailboxes
she lives in the building next door
i think
somewhere on the first floor
i think
and i would have liked to see her some more
i think
but i was playing with mikey
so i don't know what she looks like
except from behind
and she had a nice behind
i think

she had a dog named mikey and said
mikey loves people
or as it
mikey loves everybody
mikey is special

they were standing at the mailboxes
and i drove right by her
but i
spun a little tire

backed up, turned around, check the mail
who knows
she might be the woman of my dreams
she waited until i got there
i think
and let mikey show i can care
i think
and i would have liked to see her more clearly
i think
but i was playing with mikey
so i don't know what she looks like
except from afar
when i past her in my car
i think

she had a dog named mikey and said
mikey loves people
or as it
mikey loves everybody

and all i wanted to be was
special

everybody has somebody special

all i want to be is
special

like mikey

a dog's heart

the loyalty
simplicity
a dog will give you more
unconditional love
just lying on the floor
than people ever gave before
for dogs do not want
to go to war
and dogs only want
to feel secure
to be loved
more and more

a heart is like a dog
the loyalty
simplicity
a heart will give you more
unconditional love
just lying next to you
feeling as it did before
it ever learned to fear
or go to war
for hearts only want
to feel secure
to be loved
more and more

and when a heart is broken
the infant inside
awakens to unspoken
tears to be cried

the heart wants to mend
but afraid to bend
and afraid to fall

so the heart goes to sleep
hoping dreams will keep
no feeling at all

sleeping like a log
i'd rather be a dog

the sleeping dog mends
with his only friends
a bone and a ball

and when the dog wakes
like when the bow breaks
the cradle will fall

and the baby cries
and the dream dies
the baby cries
the dream dies

but is that hope i see in your eyes?...
where the sleeping dog lies...
can we be so wise?
is it a surprise?

the dog is like you
the dog is like me
the loyalty
the simplicity
and we can share much more
unconditional love
than we ever did before
if we do not want
to go to war
if we only want
to feel secure
to be loved
more and more

broken mold

and who sings you to sleep today
who fills your night with song
how much life gets in the way
do you find where you belong?

does he get to you where you are most true
would he die for you if you needed him to
would he give up everything and let himself go
guess if you never ask, you don't need to know

so who sings you to sleep tonight
who fills your night with song
do you ever feel something is missing
do you ever feel something is wrong?

that's alright, you be a good girl
listen to the man and do as you're told
be all you are part of the human world
the best we can do is get old

dreams can't be bought, but they can be sold
dreams you can buy aren't worth nothing
it's best we do as we're told

compromise may be good for the soul
unless it's the song that you sing
that has to be sold

when you're left out in the cold
you don't want the broken mold
it's best to do as we're told

feeling precarious

feeling precarious
slightly delerious
life is nefarious
taunting this way

feeling parlous
slightly obtuse
life is refuse
constant decay

so why do i enjoy it
even on my own
i want to be sharing
but i am alone
so i sit here writing
hoping you will read
and pretend we're sharing
that is your good deed

feeling precarious
almost hilarious
life is comparing us
looking this way

feeling so wrong
without a song
i don't belong
in this today

so why do i endure it
maybe i'm insane
i want to be sharing
but sharing is pain
so i sit here writing
hoping you will read
and tell me we're sharing
and maybe the seed
will grow
and we'll come to know
what we're doing here
before we disappear

feeling precarious
not much gregarious
time would not marry us
into the fray

feeling so numb
blind deaf and dumb
what have we become
so far away

feeling precarious
just like yesterday