Sometimes I'm scratching on the back door
 Waiting to be let out for five minutes
 to take care of business
 They don't always pay attention to my needs
 Someone's laughing at the way I'll drop anything
 I'm doing just to chase the things
 they throw into a field
 I'm going in ways that I can't explain
 It gets me going in ways that I can't explain
 Never grow tired of a routine that seldom changes
 Sometimes when we're walking down the sidewalk
 I wish I was fixed up so I didn't have all of these feelings
 that keep me in a permanent frustrated state
 When you go out and you leave me in
 I have hours to ponder, too many to fill
 I feel myself going now in ways that I can't explain
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 My eyes are either filled with life or they're glazed over
 Leave some space at the foot of your bed
 So I can give you the protection you deserve
 I feel much better knowing firsthand that you are safe
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