Diane Cluck Roma
I love her so much
I can't believe I hardly ever see her
It doesn't seem right
She's always right there by the phone
The kind that's connected to her home
How we move from the families
Pullin' roots and diggin' new seeds
When each tree is a world could be known
Why leave before they're even grown?
I long to settle, I'm feelin' tired
I don't own here, I'm a renter
I go where the work is, where the friends are
Where my dogs at?
They're howlin' in the car
You think it's easier in the new place
Warm weather and more space, huh...
Between you and those you love
Your push-off gets feelin' like a shove
'Cause when they fall sick, or you feel down
So many hours between each town
And helps to be found everywhere
But it takes time to weave a net with care
Yeah, and I long to settle
I'm feeling wired
Still I roam here left of my center
Though I know what my work is, who my friends are...
I'm gonna settle and drop my bones here
Send down the root stock through the bed rock
But where my dogs at?
Hey, where my dogs at?
Where are my dogs?
They're howlin' in the car