One To Call My Own

Fields of green, overgrown black birds,

My imagination is running out (of words)

I stick out my tongue

Sniffing at the same old tree

(season) started and we gotta stay free

She's the breeze that blows my sails

Keeps me cool and

Wags her tail and seals my fate

How she comes, whit satin shoes

Her hair's all shaggy and I'm starting, starting to

dream

Down one way street

We got collared by the canine police police

(Now I'm wanted (wandering)) in the city pound

My heart's been lost to a bloodhound

She's the breeze that blows my sails

Keeps me cool and

She gives me shade

Wags her tail and seals my fate

She's one to call my own

She's the breeze that blows my sails

Keeps me cool and gives me (dreams)

(dried up she gives me shade)

Wags her tail and seals my fate

She's one to call my own