Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the red vinyl seat
Feeling the damp of the street
He brings the scent of the pine
Tracing a crooked old line
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His paws are caked in the clay
Hunting the ghosts of the day
He wants a scrap from the plate
Patient and steady to wait
Oh, the hound in the hall
Watching the coffee cups fall
He follows the scent of the grease
Looking for one moment peace
He leans his weight on my side
Nowhere for hunger to hide
Wet nose against the cold chrome
Searching for something like home
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His paws are caked in the clay
Hunting the ghosts of the day
He wants a scrap from the plate
Patient and steady to wait
Oh, the hound in the hall
Watching the coffee cups fall
He follows the scent of the grease
Looking for one moment peace
Like *Taraxacum* in grit
He finds a place he can fit
Rooted in salt and the grime
Killing the midnight slow time
The cook throws a bone to the floor
The dog does a dance by the door
A wag and a thumping loud sound
The happiest soul to be found
Oh, the hound in the hall
Watching the coffee cups fall
He follows the scent of the grease
Looking for one moment peace
The clock hits a quarter to four
He wanders back to the door
Leaving a trail of the mud
Pumping the wild canine blood
Oh, the hound in the hall
Watching the coffee cups fall
He follows the scent of the grease
Looking for one moment peace
Just a dog and a booth
Telling the 3am truth
(Group shout)
Yeah, he's gone!
