Kevin Devine Murphy's Song lyrics

I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day
A bone in her bowl, a watery grave
See I am a sailor, but I'm not so great
I keep fishing for road kill passing out on the waves

A shimmering sea stretched end to end
A flickering bowl, a shivering friend
See that's Mr. Murphy my leathery brave
He's whimpering taps now for his plank walk parade

And I've never been a joiner
No, I've quit every team I've been on

Now I'm crying in my coffee
That's not sea salt in my eyes
'Cause me and Murphy we have been through it
And I hate watching him die

So I wait for my wisdom like I wait for my wife

Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
Like when I was an archer but I couldn't shoot straight
I broke all of ma's windows, poked holes through her drapes

And I laugh to myself and I can't tell you why
The hung over sun sneaks back in the sky
But Murphy passed peaceful, he went decent and right
At least better than I will when it's my turn to die

And I'll wear his collar on my wrist
And I'll bury him down at the beach

No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole
No praying, no singing, no saving any souls
The only thing I'm saving, yeah
Is a bone inside a bowl