Letra de Clint Eastwood

I'll stay at your feet
I'll be the dog in heat
I prefer to yearn than to take action with you
Close leash
The hound in place
Irrationally I'll quiver and shake
Got these momentary aches and pains
And I'll be here around
And I'll be on the ground
When the car knocked the wind out of you
And almost threw you into a tomb
Actively with a demise
The dog doesn't want the owner to die
And I'll wait around
And I'll wait on the ground
In tune for good