[Intro] [Cold open: a soft light-switch click, then one warm lead voice, close, with one fingerpicked guitar and a faint electrical hum, singing the hook alone. Two bars.] Every front window, every light [Verse 1] [Warm mid-range lead, close and plain. Fingerpicked guitar and the faint hum only. Lots of air.] It's 3 in the morning and the street is asleep Except for one lamp at the end of the row Somebody's up, somebody's keeping the hour And nobody's asking who or why [pause] [Chorus] [A soft switch click, then a small group of voices joins on the chant. Medium level. Guitar, soft piano, upright bass, a gentle stomp and clap on the off-beats. Warm and unforced.] Every front window, every light Somebody's holding on tonight Every front window, every light Nobody says it, everybody's quiet [pause] [Verse 2] [A switch click as a second voice enters and answers each line. Same band, a little more movement.] A man in a parked car, engine turned off A kid at the mirror practicing their smile A woman typing I'm fine and pressing send A neighbor watering a plant that's already dying [pause] [Chorus] [Another switch click. A bigger group of about eight voices, full band, strings beginning to swell, handclaps. Still warm.] Every front window, every light Somebody's holding on tonight Every front window, every light Nobody says it, everybody knows [pause] [Bridge] [The lights go out one by one. Everything falls away until only a faint electrical hum remains.] One by one the windows go dark The street gets quieter than it's ever been [Near silence for one full beat. One switch click.] He's still awake [A second click, a second voice] And so is she [A third click, a third voice] They're not sleeping either [A fourth click, a fourth voice] Even their dog's still wide awake [pause] [Final Chorus] [The whole street: a huge unison choir of many voices, every instrument in, strings soaring, stomp and clap, the biggest and warmest moment on the album. Pure release, nothing held back.] Every front window, every light Somebody's up, and so am I Every front window, every light Every front window answers back tonight [pause] [Outro] [Back to one lamp: a single warm voice over the faint electrical hum and fingerpicked guitar, as in the intro, with the faint hum of a crowd far away.] There's one lamp on At the end of the street And it's not the only one Now mine's on too [A soft switch click, then silence.] [End]
