This song is rain on city streets near dawn. Steam from every urban orifice, and hot coffee in your hands. You are up because it’s the best time in the city to be up. Before the insanity and the madding madding. You, and the insomniacs, and the owners of particularly demanding dogs, move through the mist. And is she thinking about you? Probably not, but it’s the question you ask yourself the most. Why didn’t she see what you saw? Where was the piece missing for her that fit so perfectly for you? She could never answer you and it made you want to burst with sadness. It’s one thing to have a clearly stated argument, but this nebulosity grabs you and hurls you down on the ground. And so you focus on the insomniacs and the dogs.