Hey Bulldog

The Blank Theory

Sheepdog, standing in the rain
 Bullfrog, doing it again
 Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
 What make you think you’re something special when you smile

 Childlike, no one understands
 Jack knife, in your sweaty hands
 Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
 You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears

 You can talk to me
 You can talk to me
 You can talk to me
 If you’re lonely, you can talk to me

 Big man, walking in the park
 Wigwam, frightened of the dark
 Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
 You think you know but you haven’t get a clue

 You can talk to me
 You can talk to me
 You can talk to me
 If you’re lonely, you can talk to me

 Hey bulldog