Still haven't made my bed And my hair is wet from the night before You said "honey, now that Laika's gone Can you please let go of his cold dark paws?" I remember the night that we brought him home He was hyper as hell, scared the kids half to death Then broke into the pantry when Everyone was asleep We took him on road trips and watched TV If the door bell rang, he'd get all crazy Jumping up and down, looking for treats I wanted to think he was looking for me When the ground turned white, and you showed up I couldn't believe that my dreams had been made up By the part of the brain that still hopes for good things Seems the sun has gone, and I've lost my way Aaaayyyyyyyyyy... Well, I Still haven't made up my mind Now I'm wondering, "was that by design?" Always stuck around in the in-between Trying to find reasons this happened to me Went to a service for Sputnik I crumbled down when I saw his picture Thought of my dog that I had lost Then I felt his nose touch my shaky hand