Well we come with what was on our backs. Yeah when the leaves had died and all turned black. Back when the wind was cold and blew them 'round. When we laid our blankets on the ground. Yeah and I woke up feelin' hungry. Lookin' straight into the sun and left a cold night on the ground. Like a dog on the run --. I fell overboard and washed up on the beach. Yes let the waves and sand roll over me. I was helped to the home of a young bleached blonde. Who said "honey I discovered early in life there's ways of getting. Anything I want some of us are different. It's just something in our blood there's no need for explanations. We're just dogs on the run". The room was painted blue and grey. All my meals were served on a silver tray. Oh she would laugh and light my cigarettes. She said "honey ain't it funny how a crowd gathers around. Anyone living life without a net?. And how they'll beg you for the answers. But it won't ever be enough there's no way you could ever tell 'em. It's just dogs on the run --