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