The pen rolls off the desk and breaks the silence
Its clatter reverberates across the empty hallway
And I sit here still
Too lazy to even reach down and grab it

The neighborhood dogs are howling outside
At this hour even the drunks are asleep
It's just me and the dogs
Only me and the dogs
They're howling at the moon
And I'm looking at mine through time
Through these tears that burn my eyes

I am way down in my coffee now
Still I find myself unhappy
And no closer to falling asleep
Is that the coffee's job?
Or am I giving it the whiskey's?
I forget these things now
For she got me off the whiskey
And the coffee barely does anything

Her ghost walks through the house
It stops at by the door and looks at the pen
That lies almost forgotten on the floor
She shakes her head and smiles
Picks it up and places it back on the table
She ruffles my hair and kisses my forehead
Come to bed soon honey, she says and walks off

Me and the dogs and the drunks
Howling at the moon in these cold nights
Each to his own
Mine is a small photo of a smiling girl
The only thing of value I own

Me and the dogs and the drunks
But the drunks are asleep now
Traitorous bastards
It's only me and the dogs now
Howling at the moon