Turn out the light let's be still for awhile
Let the wind blow in with the rain
A change in the season a tangle of sheets
And the heat pipe half broken again
I watch you watching the headlights you're 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 d**g
Curled 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