Wet Dog Afternoon

Dear Jenna, it's a wet dog afternoon

And it smells like this just because you want it to

You feel big enough in a red cheek aftershock

And when the sinker swam you couldn't get them all to stop

You ran home, my love

When the horns began to blow

You were late again

For the constellation show

Now, you're done, my love

They won't open up the gates

So beg all you want

They warn you never to be late, babe

Now, it looks like rain for the both of us

Now, it looks like rain for all of us

Bugle lungs, you sang such a pretty song

It goes on and on

And yet it never feels too long

You feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spine

You're not tall enough to say you've ever seen the sky

So, run home, my sweet

I've no other horns to blow

It was all a tease and we're all laughing at you now

But we're done, my love

Go and get yourself some sleep

I still love you, dear

Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes

When it looks like you're about to cry

When it looks like you're about to cry

And it looks like you're about to cry

It looks like you're about to cry

It looks like you're about to cry