Cold coffee in a plastic cup
The early morning sun is up
I flip the grill and sear the meat
While scanning down the empty street
The city breathes a heavy sigh
A silver moon leaves the sky
Old hound sleeping on the stone
A thousand miles away from home
He dreams of forests deep and green
The finest dog I've ever seen
His copper coat is worn and thin
The Roman winter seeps right in
He paws the air and gives a moan
A king upon a granite throne
The city breathes a heavy sigh
A silver moon leaves the sky
Old hound sleeping on the stone
A thousand miles away from home
He dreams of forests deep and green
The finest dog I've ever seen
The cafe doors begin to swing
The morning bells begin to ring
The tourists bring their bags of gold
While this old hunter grows too old
No leash to pull his heavy head
No warm and velvet winter bed
Just cobblestones and salty air
A lonely soul beyond repair
Old hound sleeping on the stone
A thousand miles away from home
He dreams of forests deep and green
The finest dog I've ever seen
I toss a scrap of salty ham
I know exactly who I am
A cook who knows the midnight beat
And one stray dog upon the street
Old hound sleeping on the stone
A thousand miles away from home
He dreams of forests deep and green
The finest dog I've ever seen
Yeah, the finest dog I've seen
Sleep tight, old boy
Sleep tight
