I Can See Beautiful Things Again

I’m Staring blankly out a window Ask even now, and i can tell you every detail About the dark atmosphere around, Fuzzy socks on and drawstrings pulled tight Counting down the minutes till it strikes ten In a sketchy motel lobby Phone to my ear And my breath slow, cold I recount to you How the day has passed And tell you something Something so odd That you can’t quite place I say “I can see beautiful things again” And it's so unconnected You don’t see much of it Baby, You don't know how much that means to me