In the kitchen, in a chair Above the vent where the heat is The man sits beside her She's baking their daily bread And living through each step with direction He watches her with admiration Unable to make sense of her magic The magician sets the oven at 350 degrees And lets her work do the trick He grinds the beans for their coffee And they move to a different space Where they wait Gone to a different room In the Riding there, riding there I'm trying... Waiting there, waiting there It's been so long, it's been so long The man lies down beside her She strikes a flame to kill the absolute darkness "Calm and disjointed", she says "Exactly the way it should be" And then it all comes down around him Sleep is hard and the flames keep burning Until the clock went blank ... on both sides Smoke gets so much thicker So much thicker that it goes unseen At the station Waiting there For the front door Waiting there Running there I'm station, I'm station I'm station, I'm station