text: In the stick count for the song of knowing youre 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 you used to be
  The full moon makes our faces shine
  Like over-ironed polyester
  Then disappears behind the clouds
  And leaves me under empty rows of night windows
  We could walk to where these streets get pulled together
  A blinking line with gravel shoulders squared towards an end
  Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic
  Where the power lines steal ss from the hourly news
  De-pluralize our casualties
  Drown the Generals out in static
  Wed turn and watch our city sprawl
  And send us signals in the glow of night windows
  But youre not coming home again 
  And I wont ever get to say 
  Remember how... Im sorry that... I miss the way... could we?
  Remember how... Im sorry that... I miss the way... could we?
  Night windows