running like dogs we re helpless lovers we lay in the fog and steal the covers its so much colder under cover the mornings are long hell seems empty she s singing her songs sad ones make her happy people say we ve been gone too long but dogs just have a way with leaving train to the shore then north to portland always going too far just to feel important through the night we sleep alone waiting for the morning to call us lazy we still got our black jeans on singing songs to lovely ladies i can still hear my fathers voice telling me that i should slow down slow down slow down slow down slow down