gone

True story.

lyrics

i had a friend
two foot tall
furry and could jump right to the top of the wall
when we met
he filled my hands
he always felt it was his duty
to patrol the family lands

    he was huge
    he was poised
    he made very little noise
    he was long
    he was lean
    he was a fast, efficient pouncer
    but I think was never mean

he was social
from day one
he just wanted all his people
to enjoy the grass and sun
he'd slip a collar
in a day
didn't care how tight or loose,
he always found a way

    he was huge
    he was poised
    he made very little noise
    he was long
    he was lean
    he was patient all the time that I spent
    looking at machines

he looked at us
like he understood
though i don't know if he knew we couldn't
see the things he could
he slept two inches
from my feet
he'd tap me on the elbow
while i found him stuff to eat

    he was huge
    he was poised
    he made very little noise
    he was long
    he was lean
    and one morning, he was gone, gone, gone
    
for days, he was gone, gone, gone
now it's a week that he's been gone, gone, gone.

would I let him out again?
would I let him out again?
would I set him free again?
I would let him out again
i would let him break my heart again

    going, going, gone, it’s time to be gone

I was writing down these lyrics
we were sitting sad around
when my daughter sat up
and said... “what's that sound?”
i said I've been running to the door for days,
but she got up and looked anyways

    now he is huge,
    he is gray
    and he came back to us today
    he is long,
    he is well
    it's a story he won't tell

    he is here,
    he is wise,
    there's affection in his eyes
    he is ours,
    he is known
    and he came
    back
    home.

and I will set him free again
just, not, tonight.

parts

tjw: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric bass
Clara Weber: vocals