[Intro — soft, almost comfortable] Morning came in through the blinds. It didn't ask me to. I didn't tell it no. Open the inbox. Answer one and the day will start. The inbox opens. The day does not. [Verse 1] There's a water stain above the bed I know better than my face. Light moves from the left wall to the right. Nothing else has changed its place. [Refrain — no lift] No weather today. Nothing coming, nothing going. No weather today. Leave the blinds the way they are. I'm not sad. Sad would be a feeling. I'm not tired. Tired goes away. [Verse 2] There is food inside the car. I know because I bought it. Knowing and caring used to touch. I can't remember how they did. The plant leans toward the window, Waiting without making a sound. Mail has made a little city On the end of the table I don't use. First message says, "Checking in." The second says, "No pressure." Kindness is a heavier door When nobody makes you open it. I said fine so many times, Fine is all the word has left. [Surface exchange — same voice as Track 01] At noon somebody calls. "You need anything?" "Just tired," I say. The words come out so normal We both let them stand. [Refrain — still no lift] No weather today. Nothing coming, nothing going. No weather today. Leave the blinds the way they are. [Middle — dissociation, arrangement thins further] I watch my hands wash one glass. Someone must have asked them to. The apartment looks exactly right For someone I once knew. My name is printed on the envelopes. It looks like a previous tenant's. I am standing in my kitchen From very far away. [Bridge that isn't — only room tone and one instrument] The phone vibrates against the table. Light shows underneath. The table holds it. I let it finish. [Final Refrain — begins fading before completion] No weather today. Nothing coming, nothing going. No weather today. At dusk, something starts beneath the quiet. Not hope. Not yet. A little motor catches somewhere With nowhere good to go. [Fade — pulse barely enters] No weather today. Something moving under it. Not hope. Just motion.
