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, "something is missing now" That's what came back to me Normal mornings like that set the knife down and forget where I'd left it Put coffee on the stove then scour every counter for the knife
Somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines
But doesn't it seem a bit wasteful to you To throw away all of the time we spent perfecting our love in close quarters and confines? And I am terrified that it doesn't feel painful to me yet Somewhere on top of the high rise there's a woman on the edge of a building at the ledge And traffics backing up on 35
I will fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes At the table and we'll talk Somewhere televisions light up in the night
I know things weren't right Maybe we were never cut out for the Midwest life Maybe we'd have done much better on a coast There are certain things I doubt we'll ever know
I know you were getting tired of my drinking I guess I was never cut out for the coke 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 river levels finally getting low
Somewhere I'm up past dawn till Somewhere you live here still Somewhere you're 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 they're 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 You're speaking to me but I can't understand you The coffee is burning and All of the times that we spent Through desert for the rest stops the kitsch we both collect That winter the whole weekend we huddled by the stove We'll see friends in Brooklyn There's traffic on the bridge
EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AT ONCE