I Being almost homeless Is better than all the way I guess Today than yesterday In an unusual place to stay But someplace anyway Someplace to be unusually Though I am unusual too so I know still I will grow Unless I think of home and despair But home is anywhere So I will grow now and still go on Somehow till I am gone Someplace to spend the night Being almost homeless but not quite II Good to be with good to see These dusty dogs again Though not so dusty now as when Out there in the desert then These grimy dogs of the city Bud said but Marisol is pretty As Bowser is handsome both of Whom have always lived their lives for love Wherever they are near or far And now we remember how we are Together as we have been Good to be with good to see These dusty dogs again III Sometimes without warning Depression in the morning Comes like a cloud to be Like a shadow over me And will not go away Until it has had its say No matter what I do Depression can find a way To dream reality A nightmare in the day when What is becomes what was Doing what depression does When now is then again In its sway it has its way Until it has run through When the morning comes up blue +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV