“Late in the Leaving” drifts through the quiet spaces where love once lived—lamps flickering low, coats still hanging, and rooms holding echoes that haven’t caught up with the goodbye. It’s a reflection on the small signs that linger after someone’s gone, the hush in familiar streets, the footsteps that never quite return. The song moves through memory like a slow walk through an empty hallway, capturing that tender ache between holding on and finally letting go. It’s about the kind of parting that doesn’t slam the door but settles softly, leaving warmth and longing behind.

„Late in the Leaving“ bewegt sich durch die stillen Orte, an denen Liebe einst zuhause war—eine flackernde Lampe, ein Mantel an der Wand, Räume voller Echos, die das Abschiednehmen noch nicht begreifen. Es geht um all die kleinen Zeichen, die bleiben, wenn jemand gegangen ist, um die Ruhe in vertrauten Straßen, um Schritte, die man nie wieder hört. Der Song wandert wie ein langsamer Gang durch einen leeren Flur und fängt dieses zarte Ziehen ein, das zwischen Festhalten und Loslassen liegt. Es ist ein Abschied, der nicht laut fällt, sondern sanft—und eine Wärme hinterlässt, die bleibt.

Late in the Leaving

The lamp in the hallway is flickering slow
Like it’s tired of shining for folks who don’t show
And your coat’s still hung by the grandfather clock
Like it’s timing the moment you turn back the lock

There’s toast in the toaster that never came down
There’s a map on the wall with no one in town
The street’s got a hush like it knows what I know
That love sometimes lingers too long in the snow

It’s late in the leaving, but you’re gone all the same
Your scent’s in the curtain, your voice in the frame
And I’m counting the footsteps that won’t ever come
It’s late in the leaving, but the leaving is done

You don’t need a storm when the silence can shout
And you don’t slam the door when the soul’s walking out

Yeah, it’s late in the leaving, and I’m stuck in between
The pages we tore and the silence they mean
I’m chasing a shadow that once held the sun
It’s late in the leaving—but the leaving is done


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