Yard

It is in the middle of the book
It is in the picture that you took
Of yourself in Hollywood
Of yourself in Hollywood
It is in between when love is dying
It is in the wailing and the whining
Of the dog in the neighbours' yard
Of the dog in the neighbours' yard
It is when you're finally alone
Writing 13 novels while you're stoned
By yourself in Hollywood
By yourself in Hollywood
It is when the sticks is underneath you
It is when you sleep in through the read-through
When the dog in the neighbours' yard
When the dog in the neighbours' yard
It wakes you up