Track 9 of the album Leopold Marsh · 2008
The Platform Lights Go Soft
“The last evening on a line that has since been rerouted. I wrote it on the back of a rehearsal schedule.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · elegiac · 3:41
Lyrics
One last evening on the old south line The towers hold the sunset like a wine I've walked these streets for ten long years Through laughter, work and quiet tears The baker locks his shutters with a wave The corner lamp is lit, the evening brave I carry in my coat a little of the street The sound of home beneath my feet The platform lights go soft And the city lets me go It gave me all it had to give More than I could know I'll carry every window glow The platform lights go soft And I am on my way A busker plays a slow familiar tune The stars begin to gather, one by one I don't look back, or maybe just once more At the place I called my own before Leaving is a kind of thank you Spoken without words Every farewell has a doorway Hidden in its chords The platform lights go soft And the city lets me go It gave me all it had to give More than I could know I'll carry every window glow The platform lights go soft And I am on my way And I am on my way