[Intro, quiet room tone, late afternoon air, unhurried steps] we ran out of things to say a block ago and neither of us went looking for more [Verse 1, close and conversational, noticing rather than explaining] the light is low along the fences your shadow keeps getting ahead of mine somewhere a window is open on a radio and we both hear it and neither of us says so with other people I would fill this I would reach for the weather or a question with you the quiet just walks along like a third friend who knows the way [Verse 2, same restraint, the silence turning out to be the conversation] we have known each other long enough to have said most of the important things and the rest has turned into this two people matching steps without trying you stop to look at something in a garden I wait, and I do not ask what it was when you catch up it does not matter it was enough that you saw it [Bridge, instruments thin out, pedal steel and room tone only, one held breath] I used to think closeness had to sound like something long talks, the right words at the right time but here it is in the space where nobody has to try [Chorus, warm and wide, opening gently, never lifting into volume] so let us not say anything for a while the street can do the talking I know you are there by the sound of your steps and that is the whole of it [Outro, gentle resolution, the corner where we part, full stop ending] at the corner we say see you the way you say it when you mean it plainly and I walk the last part home still keeping your pace
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