My dog wears a path
On the same line
And lately I'm thinking
I might take his advice
Yeah, yeah

'Cause he sees through the fence
And he thinks "I'm free"
My brain and his chain
Look the same to me

All alone in a cage
With a headrest
There's a thing
I can't get off of my chest

'Cause I want to wear
The path that's true
And I want to wear
The path with you

Out on the cold of the leash
For years or more
I don't even know what it was
I was waiting for

Well, maybe I barked
Up the wrong tree
That was then now I'm back
Won't you see me

'Cause I want to wear
The path that's true
And I want to wear
The path with you
Oh, it's true

We used to be afraid
Of growing old
And hanging around
The same old place
But I got older anyway
So won't you
So won't you
So won't you
Brush my fears away

My dog wears a path
And that's a good sign
'Cause my dog wears a path
On the same line

Now alone in his cage
With a headrest
There's a thing
I should get off of my chest
Buy a house, go to work
In the same car
You can (dog/die)
But I'll teach him the same (char?)
Want to tell you that

I want to wear
The path that's true
And I want to wear
The path with you
And I want to wear
The path that's true

(Phone rings)
(Ben: You there?)
(Frally: Yeah.)
(Ben: Whatcha doin'?)
(Frally: You didn't even say hello.)
(Ben: Hello.)
(Frally: Isn't that normally how you answer your phone?)
(Ben: Well, there's a lot of ways to answer the phone. You can say...)
(Frally: You didn't know that you just picked it up and didn't say anything. You go 'You there?'.)
(Ben: I'm sorry.)
(Frally: What are you doing?)
(Ben: Makin' a record.)
(Frally: You're a cumquat.)
(Ben: We're doing a vocal track. Uh, you're, you're, you're all over it now.)
(Frally: Oh great...)