Dog Song - Honeysuckle

I don’t mind losing my mind

Leave all my troubles behind

Steal what I can from the super market

I don’t mind losing two years

Feels like fourteen around here

Most of my friend can’t wait to meet me

Is it too late to come home,

Will the door still be open?

With the fire in the stove

And the rocking chair croaking

Promise I’ll never run away again

I don’t mind Sunday come three

If Sunday doesn’t mind me

Licking my wounds with a

Whiskey snake tongue

I don’t mind you don’t mind me

Let me kiss both of your cheeks

Goodbye’s just afraid of hello

To the next place

Is it too late to come home,

Will the door still be open?

With the ash in the silt

And the circle unbroken

I promise I’ll never run away again