Bookstore Terrier

[Intro]
[Verse]
Rainy Tuesday afternoon
Faded light in the bookstore room
Dust motes dance in the quiet air
A scent of paper beyond compare
I was lost between the shelves
Just talking to myself
[Pre-Chorus]
Then a scruffy little friend
Came to see what I would send
With a tail that wagged so fast
A moment built to truly last
[Chorus]
Oh, the coffee steam was rising
And the piano keys were surprising
With a gentle, mellow sound
As we stood on hallowed ground
Of worn book spines and stories told
More precious than pure gold
[Verse]
Heard a voice, a gentle tone
"He likes the salmon ones, my own"
A stranger with a knowing smile
We talked for just a little while
'Bout chewy bones and squeaky toys
Sharing simple, quiet joys
[Pre-Chorus]
His little terrier, a furry blur
Sniffing at my worn-out fur
(My coat, I mean, it’s old and gray)
Chasing all the blues away
[Chorus]
Oh, the coffee steam was rising
And the piano keys were surprising
With a gentle, mellow sound
As we stood on hallowed ground
Of worn book spines and stories told
More precious than pure gold
[Bridge]
Cedar wood and faded ink
More than I could ever think
On a simple, rainy day
Chasing all the clouds away
With a dog and a friendly face
Finding comfort in this place
[Verse]
We swapped suggestions, soft and low
Where the best dog treats would go
He had a terrier, scruffy, sweet
Tap-tap-tapping tiny feet
On the floorboards, old and wide
Nowhere left for us to hide
From this feeling, warm and true
Just me and him and you
[Chorus]
Oh, the coffee steam was rising
And the piano keys were surprising
With a gentle, mellow sound
As we stood on hallowed ground
Of worn book spines and stories told
More precious than pure gold
[Outro]