If i could play back every moment to you now
Spent lovesick and swollen on
Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink

If i could hit the instant replay on only every good day
Would any of it catch you by surprise?


When you say oesomething is missing now
Thats what came back to me
Normal mornings like that set the knife down and forget where id left it

Making breakfast
Put coffee on the stove then scour every counter for the knife


Dont be shy
Dont be kind
Somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines


But doesnt it seem a bit wasteful to you
To throw away all of the time we spent perfecting our love in close quarters and confines?

Isnt it wasteful?
And i am terrified that it doesnt feel painful to me yet
Somewhere on top of the high rise theres a woman on the edge of a building at the ledge

And traffics backing up on 35

Its alright

I will fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes
Just sit down
Please

Sit down
Here
At the table and well talk

Somewhere televisions light up in the night

I know things werent right

Maybe we were never cut out for the midwest life
Maybe wed have done much better on a coast
There are certain things i doubt well ever know


I know you were getting tired of my drinking
I guess i was never cut out for the !@%!e scene

You were worried i would end up like your father and
Tired of the smoke and somewhere the wind blows


Somewhere a storm touches down north in hudsonville

Somewhere the coffee starts to boil on the stove and

Somewhere the wind blows

Somewhere the river levels finally getting low


Somewhere im up past dawn till
Somewhere you live here still

Somewhere youre already gone

Somewhere a radio is playing in a living room

Says the city lacks the funds to fix the bridge

Somewhere the deer are overrun so theyre introducing wolves back on the ridge


And from here in the kitchen
I can hear the neighbors in the alley hanging linens

And the men collect the trash bins in the street
Youre speaking to me but i cant understand you
The coffee is burning and

All of the times that we spent
That road trip out west
Through desert for the rest stops the kitsch we both collect

That winter the whole weekend we huddled by the stove
The cabin i had rented
The unexpected snow

That visit for christmas
On television binges
Well see friends in brooklyn

Drive south to richmond
Theres traffic on the bridge
A woman on the ledge

And everywhere the wind

Everything is happening at once