[Intro] [Slow, walking upright bass and crisp finger snaps on the two and four] [Vocals: Husky, conversational, totally unbothered] Don't rush for the coat. Don't reach for the hat. [Verse 1] [Muted trumpet weaves a smoky line around the vocal] [Vocals: Smooth, effortless] The trick is in the pacing of the stride. Leaving the desperation locked outside. You finish up the cocktail, set it down. The verb's not always the way to the noun. No sudden movements, no dramatic tears. Just smoothly erasing the collected years. You nod to the host, you casually turn. Letting the bridges quietly burn. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass stops. Only snaps remain.] [Vocals: Spoken, conspiratorial] Make them wonder if you were ever really there. [Chorus] [Smooth jazz brushwork on the snare drum joins the bass] [Vocals: Rich, warm, gliding over the notes] The art of the exit. A study in grace. Leaving no footprint, leaving no trace. (Step lightly) Keep the chin level, keep the eyes dry. The sharpest maneuver is a silent goodbye. (Fade away) [Verse 2] [Upright bass continues its hypnotic, slow walk] [Vocals: A knowing, cynical tone] You do not leave a letter on the bed. You leave the accusations all unsaid. A confrontation simply lacks the class. Just slip out the back and move along with your ass. Let them discover the empty drawer. Let them stare blankly at the open door. The shock of the absence is a potent wine. Just another facet of your cruel design. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass stops. Only snaps remain.] [Vocals: Spoken, conspiratorial] Make them wonder if you were ever really there. [Chorus] [Smooth jazz brushwork on the snare drum joins the bass] [Vocals: Rich, warm, gliding over the notes] The art of the exit. A study in grace. Leaving no footprint, leaving no trace. (Step lightly) Keep the chin level, keep the eyes dry. The sharpest maneuver is a silent goodbye. (Fade away) [Outro] [Muted trumpet plays a final, fading trill] [Vocals: Whispered] I was never here. [One final snap. Silence]
