The Continual Condition

I saw a tramp last night the way the old dog walked with dotted, tired fur down nobody's alley being nobody's dog ...past the empty vodka bottles past the peanut butter jars, with wires full of electricity and the birds asleep somewhere, down the alley he went - nobody's dog moving through it all, brave as any army.

I saw a tramp last night the way the old dog walked with dotted, tired fur down nobody's alley being nobody's dog ...past the empty vodka bottles past the peanut butter jars, with wires full of electricity and the birds asleep somewhere, down the alley he went - nobody's dog moving through it all, brave as any army.