You walk the curb of Maple Street
The humid air is thick and sweet
The yellow lamps begin to sway
As gold and crimson turn to gray
You see the porch on number ten
The screen door shuts and locks again
A heavy bolt a clicking sound
While midnight settles on the ground
Turn out the light and close the blind
Leave all the heavy days behind
The street goes dark the wind blows cold
A story told in black and gold
The blue house on the corner bend
Where every neighbor is a friend
The kitchen glow is gone from sight
Into the belly of the night
Turn out the light and close the blind
Leave all the heavy days behind
The street goes dark the wind blows cold
A story told in black and gold
I kept the lamp for forty year
To keep the rocky coastline clear
But here the fog is made of sleep
And all the promises you keep
You watch the final window fade
Beneath the oak tree's heavy shade
The last red ember dies away
To wait for one more honest day
The pavement holds a cooling heat
The rhythm of your tired feet
You are the last one left awake
Before the morning colors break
Turn out the light and close the blind
Leave all the heavy days behind
The street goes dark the wind blows cold
A story told in black and gold
Now it is dark.
Just you and the dark.
One by one they go.
