Dog Ben Folds

My dog wears a path on the same line
And lately I'm thinkin' I might take his advice, yeah, yeah

'Cause he sees through the fence and he thinks I'm free
My brain and his chain look the same to me
All alone in a cage with a head rest
There's a thing I could get off my chest

'Cause I want to wear the path that's true
And I want to wear the path with you

Out of the cold of the leash for years or more
Don't even know what it was I was waiting for
Well maybe I barked up the wrong tree
That was then now I'm back won't you see me

'Cause I want to wear the path that's true
And I want to wear the path with you
Oh, it's true

I used to be afraid of growing old
And hanging around the same old place
But I got older anyway

So won't you...
So won't you...
So won't you brush my fears away