Track 7 of the album Porch Light Left On · 2016
The Last Bell Rings Out Slow
“Chairs on desks and the board wiped to a ghost. It's the one I still can't sing in a school.”
indie folk · school-days folk · melancholy indie folk · 4:22
Lyrics
The chairs are up on the desks tonight The board is wiped to a ghostly grey Someone left a sleeve of chalk And a paper plane that never flew away The corridor is a held-in breath The windows throw their gold on the floor I fold the register shut one last time And stand a while by the classroom door The last bell rings out slow Like it knows we're not ready to go Names I said a thousand times Still hanging in the afternoon glow Go on, go on, the world is wide I'll be here with the lights turned low The last bell rings out slow A drawing taped inside my drawer A horse with five legs, bravely drawn A note that says thanks for the patience, sir In a hand that was small and is nearly grown I learned more than I ever taught From the ones who asked me why I'll keep the sound of the sharpened pencils And the hush before they'd try The last bell rings out slow Like it knows we're not ready to go Names I said a thousand times Still hanging in the afternoon glow Go on, go on, the world is wide I'll be here with the lights turned low The last bell rings out slow September will bring a different crowd New shoes, new nerves, new names to learn But I'll think of you when the light comes in Slanting sideways, and it's my turn To say it plain, to say it true You were good, you were good, you were good The last bell rings out slow Like it knows we're not ready to go Names I said a thousand times Still hanging in the afternoon glow Go on, go on, the world is wide I'll be here with the lights turned low The last bell rings out slow The door swings shut, the key turns round And the bell rings out slow