Minneapolis

Turn out the lights, let's be still for a while
Let the wind blow in with the rain
The changing of seasons, the tangle of sheets
And the heat pipes have broken again

And I watch you watching the headlights you are lost in
A country I cannot find
They pass on the ceiling, a strobe in slow motion
Alive in the cracks of the blinds

Maybe it's time we left
Minneapolis
A cloud of dust, and we could just be gone
Something lost, and something won

Try to remember the heat of the summer
The salt and the steam on the road
Driving for hours to sit at the water
Make love on a pile of our clothes

But something has shifted, a wind in the branches
The cold coming in like a drug
Caught like two questions, a couple of dancers
Alone in our separate thoughts

Maybe it's time we left
Minneapolis
A cloud of dust, and we could just be gone
Something lost, and something won
Something lost, and something won

Maybe it's time we left
Minneapolis
A cloud of dust, and we could just be gone
Something lost, and something won
Something lost, and something won
Something lost, and something won
Disappearing, now we're gone