On the 5th of April in \'92
the air was fresh and the sky was blue
and I didn\'t know what I thought I knew
and I said some things about me and you
that were not exactly, perfectly true
and I knew you\'d say that we were through,
but I can\'t take it all back now.
I didn\'t think I\'d regret that day
but in hindsight now I have to say
I made a mistake and I\'m willing to pay
whatever it takes to find a way
to bring you home and have you stay.
How can my words begin to convey
how much I miss you both.
So please consider my heartfelt plea.
I think if we talked we both could see
a possible way that we might be
happy together and jointly agree
that our parting is not a fait accompli
and we don\'t have to fight and disagree.
Just bring my dog back hom.
Of course, I miss you, too, my dear.
I\'m so alone when you\'re not here.
I wake each day with a nagging fear
that you\'ll turn away, not wanting to hear
that my life\'s a wreck; I\'m being sincere.
I promise I will not domineer
if you\'ll just bring my Fido home.
It\'s good to get this off my chest,
as I close this note with a simple request:
pat Fido and give him my very best,
tell him to eat and get his rest,
that this parting is something I truly detest,
that he\'s the best dog in the whole Southwest.
And I hope you\'ll come back, too.