Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs
They're begging, barking, bashing at their homes
Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
That mashes muddy molding marching boots
Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
That foggy, hazy drumming of the rain

Hear that outside? They're coming in
They're banging, knocking, shouting at the door
Fists are heavy, pounds of pounding placed
Firm and steady rhythms that they pace
Out and in and in and out, we named
Everything and everyone we've known

Hear that outside? We lost our homes
Given up in loans and time we paid
Worth more to us than them, so we end
Our lives with backs that strained to find
A pretty place and life to call our own
A place that we will never, ever know

Hear that outside? We lost the war
How easy it is done, if we never knew
It started back before I was born
All of us, all of us were rubber souls
We borrowed life and shared it with our own
And now we need to stretch and find our own

Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs
They're begging, barking, bashing at their homes
Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
That mashes muddy molding marching boots
Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
That foggy, hazy drumming of that rain

Hear that outside? It's changing airs
And bleeding out the colors of the world

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley