The Smith Street Band
Lost Dog
[Part I]
Every bottle of wine we consemated
Then scattered her bedroom holding flowers
Said she didn't like when people stoped being curious around the people that they cared about
On our first night I barely learnt to crawl

Six months later theres some [?] my wall
And I got Paris to the left of me, Russia to the right
I am stuck in easten Europe without you

We make it out of Poznań before the city floods
We'll drive overnight to Prague and play at your gig at Nightmare club
We've gone through devorce court in middle eastern airports surrounded by armed guards and diplomats
If I make it back to Brisbane and I climb into your bedroom
We'll do little lines of extacy and cancel our impending plans

I feel like a lost dog
Tie me up in the backyard when you go to work
I just wanna be near things
I just wanna be near things that remind me of you

[Part II]
Through the window I coud't make out what you were saying
Your body doubled over like you were vomiting or praying
And I sure was not feeling empowered
I'd been crying in the down stairs shower for the last three quaters of an hour
But with a heavy heart and heavy feet
The cartoon version of me packed a suitcase clumsely, kicks it to the street and its raining
My lighter isnt working and I turned for footscray station and its just all a but much
I feel like a race horse
I feel like in a race lost with a broken leg
Building small tents around me
Building small tents around me and shoot me in the head