Like an old dog
Barking at a fence
Or an old watch
Priced at ninety cents
Or my leather-bound Bible
When heaven and hell stopped making sense

You’re putting me away

In an old box
Filled up to the brim
With your old socks
You keep because your pockets might be thin
Or the china cup you broke
But you keep it around ‘cause it was a gift

You’re putting me away

Out of sight and out of mind and out of earshot
You can find me there
Gathering dust and taking space
You’re putting me away