When I take out the garbage at night I'm not with you then exactly I'm with the universe And with the lighting and thunder coming in over the mountains But when I walk back into the house Looking up at the window from the back step The dark window of the room that you died in The big empty room on the second floor Cold because I won't close the window Just in case something still needs to leave I stand in the yard and look up And the dark rectangle glares your face All of our moments condensed into a thunderclap When I take out the garbage at night And then have to go back in and live on