Strays

I've been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you
To prove to you I do
It shouldn't be too hard to write
I'll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
You were stranded on Jackson with bus fare to who knows where
I took you in right then and there
And life took on a new form;
No more staying out all night
No more killing ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
No more sleeping with strangers and those awkward goodbyes

I've never had much family
Never had too many friends-
Then you came wandering through
And pompously, I took you for granted;
That's why I gotta write this little love song for you
I'll sing about those Denver mornings you'd wake up bawling about a long lost kid
Your maternal instincts were kicking in
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
You said, "Can we keep her?"
I said, "What kind of man would I be?"
So, you bought her a collar and called her family

Writers are selfish, writers are egotists;
I'm afraid I'm as bad as it gets
I keep forgetting to censor the truth
That's why I better write some kind of love song for you

Driving cross country in a U-Haul
On the hunt for our new home
High atop Eagle Rock
We found a house with a big backyard
So, we picked up yet another mutt
From the Crenshaw pound
Sipping coffee on the porch
While the dogs wrestle on the lawn...
I'm sorry I've had my doubts

We're a family of strays
But together we've been found