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