they're riding in the back
and the dogs are in the front

when the house is burned
the chimney still stands

the trees are all november,
they look so thin in front of the sun

who forgot their damn hat,
if you are who i think you are,
life is easy;
just avoid the mirror,
and go to bed on time

the tire tracks look the same
the leaves, however, are new
and dead

let them dogs loose
let them damn dogs loose