On the Run

Little boy lost, black dog on the run, 

looking for trouble as if trouble was fun, 

searching for some thing, or maybe some one,

when all that you need is at home.

Errant explorer, your compass a- spin, 

searching the skies for what's found deep within,
headed to somewhere you've already been,

tell me, Love, why must you roam? 

(It's a dog eat dog world and you're still so ambitious,

chasing black cats like you're unsuperstitious, 

muzzle still wet, and I'm just so suspicious.

Come on now, throw me a bone.)