Lyrics Twigs and Sticks - Art Morera

Been having crazy dreams lately
They're like little movies, it's amazing how real they seem to feel
Laying in a field full of flowers
Four hours as if I was a kid again, back in my childhood
Ate a meal at a rest stop in Wyoming
While Morty fell asleep, I kept watch
Looking out through my windshield
Probably Play a video, eyelids peeled
You ever heard nothing at all?
You ever had a hard time describing what you saw?

In the dog park there's a lot of twigs and sticks
That look as if they could've been ridden by witches and wizards in Hogwarts
And the smaller ones could be wands that I toss towards Morty
So he could hold them tight in his jaws while he runs some more
Till he wants to leave then he stands on his hind legs and leaves paw print on my shorts
I attach the leash to his collar, call him good boy
Then we crossed the street to the New Yorker

If you made it to when Morty barks
Then you got passed the boring parts
Which is still part of the story arc
So much rain it's like my van is Noah's Ark
So many plans I forget where I'm supposed to start
Morty your collar has a button to glow-in-the-dark
So in the park while you mark I know where you are
If you get lost till someone that your owner's Art
Hope that never happens and if it does follow your heart, I'm never far boy