Late in the Evening

Late in the Evening
Come late in the evening
The bartender rings last call
I hear the clock up on the wall
Come late in the evening
Smoke hangs in the air
I reach for your coat upon the chair
But it’s not there

Come late in the evening
Drive home in my car
‘Neath a sky without a star
And wonder where you are
Along the way there’s a small café
That we once called ours, where we spent the hours
Come late in the evening
In bed as shadows fall
I stare at empty walls
And listen for your footsteps to fall
And I sleep ‘neath dark and empty skies
I listen to the night whisper alone, alone
In the day I watch through my windowpane
As the cars rush by in the rain
And whisper she’s gone, she’s gone
How can I go on?
I sleep ‘neath dark and empty skies
I listen to the night whisper she’s gone, she’s gone
And still I carry on
Another dream, another song
Another night when I won’t go home
Till late in the evening
Till late in the evening
La canción de Bruce Springsteen, 'Late in the Evening', nos sumerge en un ambiente nostálgico y melancólico. Nos sitúa en un momento tardío del día, cuando el bartender anuncia la última llamada y el reloj marca las horas...