Track 8 of the album Hank's Garage, Again · 2026
Floodlights Humming After the Final Out
“The crowd went home an hour ago and the paper cups are all that's left in the quiet rows. I stayed to hear it for a minute.”
slow rock · hushed rock · after-the-show ballad · 4:06
Lyrics
The crowd went home an hour ago Paper cups and quiet rows A janitor's radio down in the tunnel Playing something soft and low I sit up in section twelve Where I sat with my old man Hot dog and a scorecard And a small boy's whole plan Floodlights humming after the final out Nobody here and I don't need a crowd Some things are sweeter when the noise burns down Floodlights humming, I'm still around Still around The grass is silver under lights Sprinklers ticking in the dark He taught me how to keep the score With a pencil stub, a mark For every pitch and every play For every thing that mattered Now I keep it in my head Where the quiet things are gathered Floodlights humming after the final out Nobody here and I don't need a crowd Some things are sweeter when the noise burns down Floodlights humming, I'm still around Still around The lights click off, one tower at a time Dark comes down like a gentle line But one bulb stays above the gate For the late ones, for the straggling, for the late Floodlights humming after the final out Nobody here and I don't need a crowd Some things are sweeter when the noise burns down Floodlights humming, I'm still around Still around One bulb above the gate Still around