Two black dogs
What goes before me
Dusty and always kind of sweaty
They turn their heads
And they growl sometimes
For me and for fear
And I'm stretching my neck
And I'm always afraid
But we're in symbiosis.
They're the first to teardrop the obstacle apart.
So the 3 of us go.
Smelling the air
And feeling the way on the road
Searching the side
Always prepared
Ready to jump.
Sometimes they lead
Sometimes I change the way
We're all going smoothly.
Keeping each other's step
