Nobody noticed the door. They noticed the sound. Last person in the room First one they remember I never came to fill the space I came to change the temperature Coat on the back of a chair Dust on the old amplifier Same four walls Different night Same feeling in the air I don’t shake hands I don’t make a scene I let the cable hit the floor Let the silence lean Everybody brought a story Everybody brought a name I brought a guitar That still knew my pain Last person in the room First one they remember One note cuts through the air Like a match in December I never came for the spotlight Never needed the view I came with something honest That knew what to do Last person in the room When the night was almost over I didn’t chase the moment... I let it pull me closer Old amp humming low Like it knows where I’ve been Couple empty chairs Couple old friends Someone checks the clock Someone looks away Then the first note lands And nobody moves the same I’m not here to convince you I’m not here to compete I spent years finding the sound That could finally speak The room gets smaller The noise falls back The song finds the door And walks through the cracks Maybe the room was never waiting... Maybe it was listening. Maybe the song was never mine... Maybe I was carrying it. Last person in the room First one they remember No need to raise my voice No need to make it bigger I never came to fill the space I came to leave something there A little bit of truth Hanging in the air Last person in the room... Still hearing it after The lights shut down. Door closes soft. Room stays different.
