[Verse 1]
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, making breakfast
Put coffee on the stove, then scour every counter for the knife

[Chorus 1]
Don't be shy, don't be kind
Somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines

[Verse 2]
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? Isn't it wasteful? 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 traffic's backing up on 35

[Chorus 2]
It's alright, I will
Fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes
Just sit down, please, sit down here
At the table and we'll talk
Somewhere televisions light up in the night
[Verse 3]
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

[Bridge]
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 I'm up past dawn ‘til
Somewhere you lived 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
[Outro]
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
We'll see friends in Brooklyn, drive south to Richmond
There's traffic on the bridge, a woman on the ledge
And everywhere the wind, everything is happening at once