Sparklehorse

He dont get out much
These days
But I wouldnt call him
Lazy
He sees the dawn sneak
Into the room
And knows the dogs will
Be up soon
And we thought that he was doing alright
As the sun chased down another night
And days carreen
Like the waters
Of a river rushing
To the sea
Here she comes again
Down the staircase
She never passes without