On December 31st, 2013, I was invited to a New Year's Eve party by a friend from college here in San Antonio. When I walked in, I was confronted with a small, black dachshund who looked to be approximately 800 years old. At the party I met the most wonderful woman I'd ever encountered--a teacher and artist who loved the beach, ocean, and her small, old, black wiener dog named Lucy. When I arrived at my apartment on New Year’s Day at approximately 4AM, I took out my guitar and wrote this song about this dog and her owner who would later become my wife.
Lucy, Tell Me a Secret is supposed to sound like my best interpretation of The Cars, but instead it sounds like this:
You walk around
with your tail between your stubby legs.
I pick you up and put you down
You’re not the type that begs
Lucy, tell me bout the girl
whose name is on your collar
would she make me want to holler and growl?
Tell me, is she dating anybody?
Is she an independent lady?
Does she know that you’re out on the town?
Lucy tell me a secret
Tell me all of the things that I really want to know
I’ve been waiting for so long
This feeling in me is so strong
I think I’ll just go on and ask about your girl.
I look around
For a gal that looks like she’s afraid
Calling out your name and running in a panicked state
Hey Lucy, why don't you introduce me
to the girl who’s on your collar?
Cause I really want to call her and say:
“Your friend is resting nice and safely
And she’d like it if you’d date me,
we work together so well."