Written by Keith Mouland
Dogstar blues just rolling high.
Underneath the moon, above the mountain line.
A pretty memory fades in a rusty tank.
But the old Earth knows the way when the night sky shines.
With dogstar blues, dogstar blues, dogstar blues, dogstar blues.
Dogstar blues now the seed begins.
Down the dry canal runs an idling wind.
Blow a single kiss goodbye to the virgin sky.
And then cry like a baby when the night sky shines.
With dogstar blues. dogstar blues, dogstar blues.
