Running like dogs, we're helpless lovers
We lay in the fog and steal the covers
It's so much colder under cover

The mornings are long and hell seems empty
She's singing her songs, sad ones make her happy
People say we've been gone too long
But dogs just have a way with leaving

Train to the shore, then north to portland
Always going too far just to feel important
Through the night we sleep alone, waiting for the morning to call us lazy
We still got our black jeans on singing songs to lovely ladies
I can still hear my father’s voice telling me that I should slow down

Slow down