You watch the street from a high wooden ledge
Your heavy paws hang right over the edge
The morning air is a cold silver blade
While you wait for the night colors to fade
Basking in the yellow light
Washing out the lonely night
Stretching out your heavy frame
You forget the hunter's game
Your velvet ears catch a low distant hum
The city wakes like a slow beating drum
You close your eyes in a warm amber glow
Watching the traffic and river flow slow
Basking in the yellow light
Washing out the lonely night
Stretching out your heavy frame
You forget the hunter's game
You scent the grease from the grill down the way
The kind of smell that starts every new day
A scrap of bacon or a piece of old bread
While the attic roof keeps the rain off your head
You are a ghost in a high attic room
Waiting for the summer flowers to bloom
No more chasing through the thick briar patch
Just a heavy door with a rusty old latch
Your copper coat is a shimmering shield
Far from the grass of the wide open field
You drift away in a deep heavy sleep
While the morning secrets are yours now to keep
Basking in the yellow light
Washing out the lonely night
Stretching out your heavy frame
You forget the hunter's game
The clock on the wall ticks a steady old beat
You feel the wood getting warm on your feet
A quiet king on a dusty old throne
Finding a peace that you call your own home
Basking in the yellow light
Washing out the lonely night
Stretching out your heavy frame
You forget the hunter's game
Just stay in the yellow light
Stay in the yellow light
Golden hour hound.
