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 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