baseboards

my dog fell down the stairs, he’s getting old winter is close, baseboards are feeling cold and my father said he’s leaving family’s headed west and i heard that that you went missing when there was nothing left you could find your own way home and you’re back when the grass is grown now i'm patching up all the holes but i'm scraped from the gravel road i see it on your face you know nothing feels the same in the morning i walked towards your place at night hoping it would change but it hasn’t the line’s real packed just to get across the border and i tread real fast, keep my head above the water but i fold, it’s getting old you could find your own way home you be back when the grass is grown now i'm patching up all the holes but i'm scraped from the gravel road