Song Lyrics

I've been thinking I should write some kinda lovesong for you
To prove to you I do

It shouldn't be too hard to write
I'll just think of that time I first met you in Omaha
You were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who knows where
I took you in right then and there
And life took on a new form

No more staying out all night
No more killing ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
No more sleeping with strangers and those awkward goodbyes

I've never had much family never had too many friends
Then you came wandering through
And pompously I took you for granted
That's why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you

I'll sing about those Denver mornings you'd wake up bawling about a long lost kid
Your maternal instincts were kicking in
As the sun dazzled bright above the peaks
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
You said "Can't we keep her?"
I said "What kinda man would I be?"
So you bought her a collar and called her family

Writers are selfish
Writers are egotists
I'm afraid I'm as bad as it gets

I keep forgetting to censor the truth
That why I better write some kinda, some kinda love song for you
I'm driving cross country in a U-Haul
On the hunt for our new home
High atop Eagle Rock
We found a house with a big backyard
So we picked up yet another mutt
From the Crenshaw pound
Sipping coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
I'm sorry I've had my doubts
We're a family of strays but together we've been found
We're a family of strays but together we've been found

Ahhh oohh ahhh oh oh

Tim Kasher

The duration of Strays is 4:53 minutes and seconds.