Brown-Eyed Dog

Sometimes my flesh entwines

with the bones of your breath

a long ride on an endless stretch

of abandoned highway

I wake up and there's this dog

against the slate-gray sky

one brown one blue eye

and there's this beautiful crack in the pavement

where the grass grows tall

and the wind caresses my face

and I feel like a ghost

'cause I can hear the people

the passing cars

but I'm all alone

I love your crazy heart

the sacred drum

with these hands I'll dig

a tunnel to the sun

we've got to find a new way

and it's got to be true

it's got everything to do with you

we've got to find a new way

and it's got to be true

it's got everything to do with you

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