From the recording A Year Gone To The Dogs

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Lyrics

I slept poorly last night
Just like I did the night before
Woke up with a start
Sure it was the devil in the dark outside my door
A watercolor brush run amok
On a palate of worry and hard luck

Big weddings depressing birthdays
Just plain hanging out
Thanksgiving and Christmas
All the wandering about
A year gone to the dogs

The days are getting longer
Soon it will be springtime again
Just another sad reminder
But if I close my eyes I guess I can pretend
That time is an invention and myth
We do our best and then it's over with

Big weddings depressing birthdays
Just plain hanging out
Thanksgiving and Christmas
All the wandering about
A year gone to the dogs