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