On Bodza Street.

 The dogs are howling on Bodza street

It's at the end of road where the loose ends meet

And I am in my throes dying on my feet

While the dogs keep barking on Bodza street

And the Angels wear halos for everyone they meet

But I can still see devils treading through the heat

And past times roll like pastures I stroll

As the dogs keep barking on Bodza street

And further in the night of dreams

I steal the rose and she steals the hymn

And no one knows just how the song goes

But the dogs keeps howling on Bodza street

I used your list to convict and resist

All those who opposed my changes

But don't it feel like we are strangers

When the dogs stop howling on Bodza street

Far from crowds that are maddening

I follow white clouds as they are saddening

And rain's rainbows that climb in laddering

While the dogs are still barking on Bodza street