Talking to the Dog - Obits

Every heart in the city

Goes out in pity

When she makes it hail

Makes her do her will

Saw her on the beach and

Giving it a speech

Holds out her hand and

Makes it understand

Yeah

You’re talking to the dog

Oh Yeah

You’re talking to the dog

It doesn’t pry

Wherever it is allowed

No sordid secrets

No sordid friends

It winters hard

It waits for now

He’ll never pull at sleeve, no

He’ll never put it down

Oh Yeah

You’re talking to the dog

Such a fun day

You’re talking to the dog

Yeah

You’re talking to the dog

Such a fun day

You’re talking to the dog

Speak

Speak