The Call of the Wild Sun Kil Moon

This morning I awoke and opened a book
The Call of the Wild, the story of a dog named Buck
Keeps getting beaten down but he, he keeps getting up
Oh the beatings they just keep on giving, but he keeps on keeps on living
Oh the days keep, keep compiling
One friend is living it up, while the other one is dying
One just made a big move to Big Island
Another just checked herself into sober living
One friend is out of work, but he walks 10 miles
The other is a carpenter specializing in bathroom tilеs
One is an actor, one is a dog groomer
Onе is in the hospital suffering with a brain tumor
Another lost his house in a forest fire
Another is retired comfortably in Buckinghamshire
One is a crooner traveling the globe
One is doing 40 days in jail in Ohio

What's in store for us?
I don't know
But if I die tomorrow
Please don't
Shed no tears, don't have no pity
I lived my dream, I fell in love with a pretty girl
Don't shed no tears, don't have no pity
I split my time between my two favorite cities
San Francisco and New Orleans
If I died tomorrow don't shed no tears for me