Year Of The Dog

One, two, three, four

Summer fades away

The last mist falls on you

One more drive through golden fields

Where tall pink flowers bloom

With fall comes a change

The plates slide underneath

We reconfigure, take a bow, walk off stage, and find our seats

Year of the dog

I've got my summer feet

It's been unusually hot

By at least a few degrees

And I called you a fox

And you bared your white teeth

But I'll let you run off

Yeah, I'll let you be free

Till the next time

Till the next time

Metal in my mouth

Hooked me like a fish

Take away my water so I forget how to swim

She's a monarch queen

Perched on willow leaf

She spreads her wings and flies away

Year of the dog

I've got my summer feet

It's been unusually hot

By at least a few degrees

And I called you a fox

And you bared your white teeth

But I'll let you run off

Yeah, I'll let you be free

Till the next time

Until the next time

Year of the dog

I've got my summer feet

It's been unusually hot

By at least a few degrees

And I called you a fox

And you bared your white teeth

But I'll let you run off

Yeah, I'll let you be free

Till the next time

Till the next time

Till the next time

Till the next time