Hunting Dog

A hunting dog
Lights that turn on
Just by the park
Your bomber coat
Chip in your tooth
I pine and I swoon
Oh I’m swimmin'
Towards the lights on the headland
When we speak
Gold white and blue
Circles our eyes
You tattooed my name
In Indian ink
On your collar bone
Oh I’m swimmin'
Towards the lights on the headland
Home
I need to find
A way to float
Home
Be here tonight
Brooklyn Bridge
Home
The phones are down
It’s New Year’s Eve
Home
You cut me when
You said you’d leave
(O-oh oh oh)
Hunting dog is a constellation
Of frozen words in the conversation
Say I’ll hold out for you
If you hold out for me too
(O-oh oh oh)
Hunting dog is a constellation