Tekstovi: Rush. Test For Echo. Dog Years.

In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one

Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With every scratch it reappears

In the dog days
People look to serious
Dogs cry for the moon
But those connections are mysterious

It seems to me
While it's true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There is barely time to go outside and play

Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With every scratch it reappears
Dog years
For every sad son of a bitch
Dog years
With his tail between his ears
(Tail between his ears)

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
Than be livin' in these dog years
Livin' in these dog years

Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ooh, ohh
Woo, woo
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh

In a dog's brain
A constant buzz of low level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic

It seems to me
As well make our own few circles 'round the block
We've lost our senses
For the higher level static of talk

Dog years
For every sad son of a bitch
Dog years
With his tail between his ears

In the dog years
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog years
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog years
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog years
(Ohh, ohh)
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog years
(Ohh, ohh)