Daylight The Door Was Never Locked

Last call in the comfortable dark, the glasses are all down,

the mirrors have that crack in them nobody talks about,

the coat-check girl's been crying and the window's standing open,

and there's grey along the eastern wall that wasn't there before.

I have played this room for forty years. I know every single tune.

I know exactly what they want and how loud they want it played.

And I've watched a hundred men stand up and ask the only question —

and I drowned out every one of them. That was the job. I did the job.

But there's light beneath that little door,

there's been light beneath it all along,

and I've been standing on this bandstand

playing louder than the dawn—

DAYLIGHT! Daylight!

The door was never locked! (never locked!)

It was never even closed!

DAYLIGHT! Daylight!

We just liked the song, we just liked the song,

we just liked the way the dark was warm! (the dark was warm!)

So put the trumpet down, boys — put it down —

there's a whole entire morning out there

and it never once needed our permission!

Now I don't know what's out there, and I won't pretend I do,

it's cold, and it is honest, and it doesn't have a floor,

there's no gold lamp, no orchestra, no mirror on the wall

that'll tell me I was right about a single thing at all.

But I have been the loudest man. And I've been the shadow's friend.

And I've sent the void my regards and I've danced with it till three.

And I'd rather stand out there not knowing, with my collar in the wind,

than be the greatest liar in a beautiful, warm room!

Ladies and gentlemen...

we are a band called The Truth.

We have been playing all night. We've been playing for centuries.

And you have danced to every word we ever said.

So here's the last one. Here's the only one that matters.

We don't know. We don't know! WE DON'T KNOW—

AND THAT IS WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS!

DAYLIGHT! DAYLIGHT!

The door was never locked! (never locked!)

It was never even closed! (never closed!)

DAYLIGHT! DAYLIGHT!

Come and stand out in the terrifying morning,

where nothing is certain and everything is real! (everything is real!)

And the band — (the band!) — the band — (the band!)

THE BAND STOPPED PLAYING!

And for the first time in a thousand years...

somebody heard the birds.

...huh.

It's cold.

It's so much bigger than I thought.