Clint Eastwood

I'll lay at your feet
I'll be the dog in heat
I prefer to yearn than to take action with you
Close leash
The hound in place
Irrationally I'll quiver and shake
Got these momentary aches and pains

And I'll be here around
And I'll be on the ground
And I'll be here around
And I'll be on the ground

When the car knocked the wind out of you
And almost threw you into a tomb
Actively with a demise
The dog doesn't want the owner to die

And I'll wait around
And I'll wait on the ground
And I'll wait around
And I'll wait on the ground

In tune
For good
In tune
For good