Dear Jenna, it's a wet dog afternoonnAnd it smells like this just because you want it tonYou feel big enough in a red cheek aftershocknAnd when the sinker swam you couldn't get them all to stopnYou ran home, my lovenWhen the horns began to blownYou were late againnFor the constellation shownNow, you're done, my lovenThey won't open up the gatesnSo beg all you wantnThey warn you never to be late, babennNow, it looks like rain for the both of usnNow, it looks like rain for all of usnnBugle lungs, you sang such a pretty songnIt goes on and onnAnd yet it never feels too longnYou feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spinenYou're not tall enough to say you've ever seen the skynSo, run home, my sweetnI've no other horns to blownIt was all a tease and we're all laughing at you nownBut we're done, my lovenGo and get yourself some sleepnI still love you, dearnPerhaps it gets the best of me sometimesnnWhen it looks like you're about to crynWhen it looks like you're about to crynnAnd it looks like you're about to crynIt looks like you're about to crynIt looks like you're about to cry