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WHEN THE CROWD GOES HOME

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WHEN THE CROWD GOES HOME lyrics

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Intro

Door shuts. Name gone. My ears keep ringing after the room moves on.

Verse 1

Two hours ago I could lift one hand, and ten thousand mouths would rise on command. Now the hall has a broom and a cable coil, black tape peeled from the edge of the floor. My face on a shirt in a trash-can fold, my name on a wristband going out in the cold. I hear one road case roll down the ramp, then the lock clicks shut on the loading dock.

Pre-chorus

I was ten feet tall when they gave me the sound. Now my hotel key won't look around. I can make a roof shake, make a dead phone ring, but I cannot stop them from leaving.

Chorus

When the crowd goes home, I get small. All that noise can't follow me past the service hall. When the crowd goes home, my name comes off the wall. The bigger they make me, the less of me to recall.

Verse 2

Car ride back and the glass shows one face, street signs slide through the window like tape. Phone has clips of the night on repeat, me with both arms high, them under my feet. I turn it face down. The room gets wide. One lamp by the bed. One coat on a chair. I know how to leave them wanting one more. I don't know what to do when there is no one there.

Chorus

When the crowd goes home, I get small. All that noise can't follow me past the service hall. When the crowd goes home, my name comes off the wall. The bigger they make me, the less of me to recall.

Bridge

Maybe the roar was never mine. Maybe I only stood where it hit. If ten thousand people shout your name, who are you when they take it with them? I hear the synth bend past the note, grow teeth, grow strings, grow hands. Then one real guitar says what I can't: you can fill a room and still be empty.

Chorus

When the crowd goes home, I get small. Live drums hit like doors downstairs, guitars climb the wall. When the crowd goes home, and my voice has nowhere to fall. The bigger that this room becomes, the less there is at all.

Outro

Door shuts. Name gone. My ears keep ringing. I turn the phone face down.

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01 / The opening
Door shuts. Name gone.
02 / A returning thought
I was ten feet tall when they gave me the sound. Now my hotel key won't look around.
03 / The last image
Door shuts. Name gone.

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Release date of this source
August 20, 2026
This source on YouTube · Eastern
August 20, 2026
Playlist addition · Eastern
August 20, 2026
Duration
4:15
YouTube views
143
Catalog source video ID
WpEbI2bZTHk

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