Bright Eyes - Stray Dog Freedom

There's a skinny dog
In a dirty parking lot
And he doesn't bite, but he begs

And he knows what's true
So if you are, he'll follow you
If you're headed home all the way

So we let him finish
Every dinner plate
And we watched his tail saying "thanks, thanks, thanks"

And we tried to name him
But he ran away
Once he knew his freedom was at stake
It's the same old shit
So it's how you deal with it
It's the glove that fits that you wear

So when the wind blows strong
I put a few more layers on
And I tell myself I don't care

I might make a phone call
To a better man
To ask the questions that I have

Like how did I get started?
And where's it gonna end?
Why should I treat a traitor like a friend?