Night Windows

In the stick count for the song of knowing you're gone

Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here

I see you, suddenly alive and nearly smiling

Stop and hold my breath and watch the way you used to be

The full moon makes our faces shine

Like over-ironed polyester

Then disappears behind the clouds

And leaves me under empty rows of night windows

We could walk to where these streets get pulled together

A blinking line with gravel shoulders squared towards an end

Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic

Where the power lines steal s's from the hourly news

De-pluralize our casualties

Drown the Generals out in static

We'd turn and watch our city sprawl

And send us signals in the glow of night windows

But you're not coming home again (Night Windows)

And I won't ever get to say (Night Windows)

Remember how... I'm sorry that... I miss the way it could be

Remember how... I'm sorry that... I miss the way it could be

Night windows