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 we used to be The full moon makes our faces shine Like over-ironed polyester Then disappears behind the clouds Leaves me under empty rows of night windows We could walk to where these streets Get pulled together Blinking, lined with gravel Shoulder squared towards an end Where the radio resounds From dappling traffic Where the power lines steal lessons From the hourly news Depluralize our casualties Drown the generals out in static We turn and watch our city sprawl Send us signals in the glow of night windows Night windows 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 (But you're not coming home again) That I miss the way it could be (Night windows) Remember how I'm sorry (And I won't ever get to say) That I miss the way it could be (Night windows) Night windows Night windows