Wet Dog

After all, it's all for nothing

You keep turning 'round, but I'm still counting

The steps from where we parked

The steps from where we are and what we thought we wanted

Oh, you know you are so frustrating

A horse cut from the carousel, you are grating

The lines from every spore

That point us where we were on the Ferris wheel

And after all, I am still tethered

These apples will keep bobbing forever

Drenched in who we are

The long walk to the car

Proving this is more

Than being touched and wanting touch in return

I, I am

Your wet dog

Oh, I, I am

I, I am

Your wet dog

And wet dogs don't like fireworks