Lyrics
The crowd went home an hour ago Left cups and ribbons in the rows One floodlight humming overhead Like it has something left unsaid I walk the track in my work boots Counting the seats, counting the roots Of every Friday night I knew When the whole town sang and I sang too And the quiet is a kind of loud When you're alone and unbowed Leave the last light burning In the empty stadium Somebody's still turning Somebody's still coming home Though the stands are bare tonight I can hear them all inside Leave the last light burning Let it shine I stood on the fifty-yard line Where I fell down at seventeen Got up with grass on my knees And a name I'd never be Now I'm the one with the keys The one who locks the gate But I let the field stay lit For anyone who's late And the quiet is a kind of loud When you're alone and unbowed Leave the last light burning In the empty stadium Somebody's still turning Somebody's still coming home Though the stands are bare tonight I can hear them all inside Leave the last light burning Let it shine Every empty seat was somebody's hope Every scuffed-up line was somebody's rope I'm not here for the glory I'm here for the story Of the ones who stayed and tried Under the open sky Leave the last light burning In the empty stadium Somebody's still turning Somebody's still coming home Though the stands are bare tonight I can hear them all inside Leave the last light burning Leave the last light burning Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine