Wagging Tales

We were dogs ripping through life.
One wagging tail’s not here tonight.
What’s better than a well timed confetti cannon?
Time could be good times most of the time, can’t it?
This tail’s running in circles.

These tales stay in my mind.
One of us wasn’t there tonight.
If time would listen to more of me at the best times.
Time will wag its tail
and we’ll only shake if we listen.

Distance differs depending who you ask.
We were dogs wishing for time.
One with drive and one with rhymes.
Bones didn’t mean a thing,
the words were out of order anyway.
Maybe it’s all meant to be.
Would you look at me?

We were dogs dragging through life.
One wagging tale about that night.
What’s better than a well timed confetti cannon?
Time could be All Time most of the time, can’t it?
That tale’s running in circles.

Good boys get blues
and tails run laps chasing what they’ll chew.
Rainbow paper piles into the air
while time chases its distrait tail.