Track 5 of the EP Radio Low, Dishes Drying · 2018
The Dance Is Over, Come On Home
by Wren Hallett
“I stayed behind to fold the chairs after a village dance and felt oddly at home in the cold, dusty hall. It's the last song of the night.”
singer-songwriter · hushed folk · closing-time ballad · 3:38
Lyrics
I stayed behind to fold the chairs The gym was cold and smelled of dust The lights were low, the floor was scuffed With all the dancing of us No one asked me for a dance I held the wall and watched the floor And now it's quiet, and I'm glad But also, something more The dance is over, come on home Put the paper stars to bed The music's in your pockets now And the best part's in your head You don't have to be the loudest You don't have to be the bright The dance is over, come on home Take your small and quiet light Somebody left a cardigan On the bleachers by the door Somebody dropped a corsage That is petals on the floor I tuck it in my coat pocket For a someone who will call The night is soft and ordinary And I'm not sad at all The dance is over, come on home Put the paper stars to bed The music's in your pockets now And the best part's in your head You don't have to be the loudest You don't have to be the bright The dance is over, come on home Take your small and quiet light There's a kind of grace in watching There's a kindness in the wall There's a song for those who linger And a song for those who stall Not every heart needs dancing Some just need the night To hum its way to morning Without a thing to fight The dance is over, come on home Put the paper stars to bed The music's in your pockets now And the best part's in your head You don't have to be the loudest You don't have to be the bright The dance is over, come on home Take your small and quiet light Take your small and quiet light Come on home