Andy Hollinden: Music
She's Exploring Scary Things - CD: Grieve For The Living
(Andy Hollinden)
I hear a lonely hound dog howl
And the whine of a distant freeway
A tire swing hangs silent in the night
And my mind is full of faces left behind
The taste of my cheap cigar fights my expensive stout
My jacket is all full of holes
The cold comes in where the heat goes out
Her coat is the warmest fur
How I wish that all people were more like her
In this I’m not alone
No, I’m not the only one
My, my, my, my, my, my
She’s exploring scary things
And so am I
She tiptoes like a silent flick
I can hardly see her there in the dark
She might run off, but she’ll be back
How I wish that all people were just like that