True story.
lyrics
i had a friend
two foot tall
furry and could jump right to the top of the wall
when we met
he filled my hands
he always felt it was his duty
to patrol the family lands
he was huge
he was poised
he made very little noise
he was long
he was lean
he was a fast, efficient pouncer
but I think was never mean
he was social
from day one
he just wanted all his people
to enjoy the grass and sun
he'd slip a collar
in a day
didn't care how tight or loose,
he always found a way
he was huge
he was poised
he made very little noise
he was long
he was lean
he was patient all the time that I spent
looking at machines
he looked at us
like he understood
though i don't know if he knew we couldn't
see the things he could
he slept two inches
from my feet
he'd tap me on the elbow
while i found him stuff to eat
he was huge
he was poised
he made very little noise
he was long
he was lean
and one morning, he was gone, gone, gone
for days, he was gone, gone, gone
now it's a week that he's been gone, gone, gone.
would I let him out again?
would I let him out again?
would I set him free again?
I would let him out again
i would let him break my heart again
going, going, gone, it’s time to be gone
I was writing down these lyrics
we were sitting sad around
when my daughter sat up
and said... “what's that sound?”
i said I've been running to the door for days,
but she got up and looked anyways
now he is huge,
he is gray
and he came back to us today
he is long,
he is well
it's a story he won't tell
he is here,
he is wise,
there's affection in his eyes
he is ours,
he is known
and he came
back
home.
and I will set him free again
just, not tonight.
parts
tjw: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric bass
Clara Weber: vocals