Dead Dog Song - Okkervil River

Sam, bless him, has died and left this home

The woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown

Slip unseen into the skein of trees

Slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes

Oh, it is all over, he is never coming back

There will be no more roaming

He was only here for fourteen years

And now the branches scratch my face and I cannot hold back my tears

Long ago I did see him running in the snow

He would come in from the cold and he would lie down by the stove

Pass along this loping road

The needle grasp of briers on the slope

He would never been to church, so he does not have a soul

He is not waiting at the place where all of us will go

But the woodchucks would not run so wild

The bushes would not be so overgrown if we were not alone

Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair

Barking out through everywhere

The trees, the grass, the rain

And Sam in the air

Oh, it is all over, he would never come back

There will be no more roaming

He was in this world, by my side he was curled

But he came uncurled and this world holds him that much tighter

That much tighter, that much tighter

That much tighter, that much tighter

Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter

Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter, oh