text: Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
  And half illuminate a face before they disappear
  You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling
  I breathe out smoke against a window
  Trace the letters in your name
  Our letters sound the same
  Full of all our changing
  That isnt change at all
  All straight lines circle sometime
  You said, Somewhere, theres a box full of replacement parts
  To all the tenderness weve broken or let rust away.
  Somewhere, sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
  Somewhere, someone says, Im sorry.
  Someones making plans to stay
  So tell me its okay
  Tell me anything
  Or show me theres a pull
  Unassailable
  That will lead you there from the dark alone
  To benevolence that youve never known
  Or you knew when you were four and cant remember
  Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
  And the silence knows what your silence means
  And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
  Are linked like days, together
  I still hear trains at night when the wind is right
  I remember everything
  Lick and thread this string
  That will never mend you or tailor more
  Than a memory of a kitchen floor
  Or the fire door that we kept propping open
  And I love this place: the enormous sky
  And the faces, hands that Im haunted by
  So why cant I forgive these buildings
  These frameworks labeled home?
  Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
  And half illuminate a face before they disappear