well, my dog wears a path   in the same line   and lately I'm thinking   I might take his advice      well, he sees through the fence   and he thinks I'm free   well, my cane and his shame   look the same to me      all alone in a cage   with a headrest   there's a thing I could   get off of my chest      and I wanna wear   the path that's true   and I wanna wear   the path with you      out in the snow, off the leash   for years or more   I don't even know what it was   I was waiting for   well, maybe I barked   up the wrong tree   that was then, now I'm back,   won't you see me?      'cause I wanna wear   the path that's true   and I wanna wear   the path with you      oh, it's true      I used to be afraid   of growing old   and hanging 'round   the same old place,   but I got older anyway   so won't you,   so won't you,   so won't you   wash my fears away      well, my dog wears a path   and that's a good sign   'cause my dog wears a path   in the same line   say goodbye to the cage   with a headrest   'cause there's something   to get off of my chest   by now to work   in the same car   in the same jar      I think I should tell you that   I wanna wear   the path that's true   and I wanna wear   the path with you   yeah, I wanna wear   the path with you