Lyrics
The small-town cinema, the Friday show, The velvet seats worn thin with years. I took the last seat in the back row And I practised what I'd say through my fears. You sat three rows ahead of me, The projector beam lit your hair like gold. I held a letter in my pocket all night With a love I never told. The last seat in the back row, That's where my heart sat down. I watched the flicker on your face In the best old film in town. And the credits rolled, and the lamps came up, And I let you walk away, The last seat in the back row Still keeps the words I couldn't say. Now the cinema is closing soon, The curtain's tired, the screen is grey. I came back once to find that seat And write what I should have said that day. The last seat in the back row, That's where my heart sat down. I watched the flicker on your face In the best old film in town. And the credits rolled, and the lamps came up, And I let you walk away, The last seat in the back row Still keeps the words I couldn't say. If you were here I'd cross the aisle, I'd trade the shadows for the light. But the letter's gone soft in my coat all these years, So I'll sing it to the dark tonight. The last seat in the back row, That's where my heart sat down. I watched the flicker on your face In the best old film in town. And the credits rolled, and the lamps came up, And I'll sing it now, out loud, The last seat in the back row Is where I found my voice somehow.