Track 5 of the album Candle Down · 2019
Late Summer, Last Light on the Stoop
“Cicadas humming their last and the air as warm as skin. It's my favourite kind of ending, a slow one.”
jazz ballad · torch song · summer ballad · 3:59
Lyrics
The cicadas hum their last The air is warm as skin We sit upon the front step Where the evening lets us in Your shoulder near my shoulder Nobody says a thing The sky goes soft as velvet And the street begins to sing Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me The day is going gold and slow Like a song we never need to know Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me A radio down the block Plays something old and sweet The children chase the fireflies In their bare and dusty feet I'd like to keep this evening In a drawer beside my bed To open up in winter When the summer's long since fled Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me The day is going gold and slow Like a song we never need to know Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me Let the porch light wait Let the stars come late Everything I want is here Right here The air turns cool and kind The first star finds its place You rest your head against me And I feel it in my face Whatever comes tomorrow Let it come on gentle feet Tonight the world is small And the end of day is sweet Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me The day is going gold and slow Like a song we never need to know Late summer, last light on the stoop Stay a little while with me Stay a little while with me