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Tim Vesely |
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There he is on the top of a mount |
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Sharing biscuits with his dog |
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(Meaning "he" in the general sense of the word, |
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As he is all of us here). |
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And his dog asks him why he's alone, |
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He replies, "Well, I'm with my friend. |
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Or are you leaving me to join in the blur? |
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'Cause I don't need you around." |
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Palomar, |
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What's wrong? Where'd your dog go? |
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"Well, he's gone for fresh meat and supplies. |
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'Cause he's done this before." |
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He arrives in town an hour later, |
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As he's much quicker on four legs than Pal is on two. |
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He takes his usual spot out back of the butcher shop, |
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Waiting patiently for closing time. |
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Meanwhile back on the mount, |
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Palomar is cleaning his lenses with saline waters. |
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He reassembles his kaleidoscope, |
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And waits patiently for dog. |
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Palomar, |
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Why not... take this chance |
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To reflect on things that you done did |
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And make it better? |
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Why don't you just try without asking why? |
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What could be better than a room with a view |
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And a lovely little doggie to share it with? |
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"When he gets back we will share in our meat. |
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There's always something good to eat." |
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(Mmmm.) |
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So let's leave him alone in his observatory, |
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Rejoin the little dog in our story. |
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He's run off with some cur who's bearing his pups. |
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That's the last of his tale. |
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Palomar, |
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What's wrong? Where'd your dog go? |
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Well, he's gone for good, |
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And that goes to show you |
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That love is thicker than brains in a man |
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Or a dog. |
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It's the same thing. |
