Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile Trying not to spend more time looking back There's still a bit more to go Can't stop measureing strike outs to home runs Trying to justify these compromises that have piled up and dulled my blade Maybe we stayed too long, didn't say enough, swing hard enough The years just sort of ran away And the ones that follow won't be as fun I'll never love anything else the way that I loved this So you know it's not gonna be so easy To just let go
But the credits, they will roll
It's getting harder and harder To give too much of my body and soul to a mess overrun by morons and thugs Whose only purpose is to break this, not hard enough to make it Fighting on their own We stand bound and gagged as they pee on our rug THe end result of not a single motherfucker willing to take the hard road Makies it that much easier to watch as the door swings slowly shut
Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live deep in my chest Watched as you took your last breath on that floor in Wilkes-Barre The room loved you so deeply our hearts broke as you faded And I can never repay the lesson you left me as we rolled outta town that night
Not a thought in my head of beginnings or endings Make most of these days while they are still unfolding Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
