It's coming on the end of August. Another summer's promise almost gone. And though I heard some wise man say. That every dog will have his day. He never mentioned that these dog days get so long.
Well, ain't it a shame. That our short little memories. Never seem to learn. The message of history. We keep makin' the same mistakes. Over and over and over and over again.
I came home to an empty house. And I found your little note. "Don't wait up for me tonight". And that was all she wrote. . Do you think I don't know that you're out on the town.
A little time, a little distance. A little space to think. Might be all we need, right now. I don't know if we've had too much. Or not enough to drink.