dog days of summer heat haze and bad temper and whole days of shouting would you listen to me see i m the one in charge now what happened to me i turned into someone s mother really someone should give me a uniform or someone should show me where is the door or someone should come around and explain how it is that love forgets to speak its name and then you turn on the news and it s somebody else s news and it s always such bad news and i m no good with sad news anymore gets me running upstairs to count heads in tangled beds and someone tears up that uniform and somewhere gently closes a door and i m right here once more crying confessing counting my blessings don t let go cause we ll never know that even when the sky is clear and the moon looks really close well it s nowhere near