After Hours Bloom

Keys on the table,

coat on the chair

I leave the room

with nothing to repair

Your name stays folded in yesterday's mail

I breathe once,

and follow the rail

Past the last train ringing down the line

I turn my palms to the open sign

One clean step, then another one

I can leave before the morning comes

Down, down, down, I lay it all down

Step through the door,

no turning around

Soft as a match going out in the rain

I leave clean, and I don't carry the stain

Street glass catches a tired moon

I don't look back at the upstairs room

Small guitar steps where the silence bends

I let the loose thread meet its end

All the

old words lose their shine

I cross the curb and keep my spine

One clean step, then another one

I can leave before the morning comes

Only my voice and the wire-warm bass

Only this breath in the open space

If love was a door,

I close it plain

No broken glass,

no calling names

Down, down, down,

I lay it all down

Step through the door,

no turning around

Soft as a match going out in the rain

I leave clean, and I don't carry the stain

Down, down, down, the weight comes undone

I meet the street with the first pale sun