Thomas Dybdahl stray dogs

here I am on another highway
to someplace under the sky
will this restless heart never lie
still make my bed and lay
my head down somewhere
I will never be found
same old thoughts
I carry around
stray dogs
stray dogs
stray dogs
(now my friends don't see me no more
I hardly ever open the door
makes no difference who I ignore
now there's a hunger left in my eye
nothing else can satisfy
will this restless heart ever lie still)