When I am old, flimsy and bold
and when I am worth half of a bad verse
when I start to chase white mice on table
when I am finished, near to disaster
When I am worth nothing*
when I stuck somewhere in the last hole
and become a man with a thousand flaws
then be the one, then pick me up
Ref. 2x
You will have at the end
when all that pass away
what you wanted
your faithful dog
Put me in warm, heal me slowly
you read how animals are being tamed
let meds be sights and words
you'll squeeze, I guess, few drops of kindness
When you make a man again out of me
and when you save me from people and noise
I'll stay with you to the end of my life
ready even to lick salt from your hand
Ref. 3x