White Dog Waltz Video:
Blood red and burnt
You'd think by now my eyes'd learnt
To see more than they actually do.
At least pass this whiskey glass
And certainly right on through you.
With pen in hand
I sit and make my stand
Write my last letter to you.
And now you're free, no more
A prisoner of me.
Free to find something brand new.
And now I live my life like a loner
Like a wild dog that won't have an owner
I'll be growling at my own shadow
I'll be a howlin' at pale moon
I'll be content, though hellbent,
On another hi-way soon.