can you tell I love the weakerthans? is this song too simple?
Besides myself, you are the first to come,
They told me to expect to have to lead
A myriad of bodies down the path,
A route that I have yet to fully see.
I would not be surprised if you forgot,
This state has changed my paws and fur so much,
But I remember meat left on your stoop
And sounds that let me know that you were kind.
They beckoned me to stay so you could go,
And everyone thereafter so inclined,
Until all men forget this patch of soil,
And only I am standing, left behind.
Collect yourself, and then we can begin
The garden path that leads us to the end.