| The Last One Standing |
|---|
| Merging away |
| like we did yesterday |
| wrong direction |
| The traffic we’ll know |
| the traffic is slow and thoughtless |
| The wheel that is still |
| on the concrete and green |
| away home |
| And it is alone |
| a division unknown |
| a split decision |
| Climbing the floors |
| and I’m not running |
| Through revolving doors |
| and you’re not driving |
| The barrier stands |
| between your hands and me |
| Sorry |
| You said I made |
| you said you said I made |
| a bad decision |
| Said I made a mistake |
| Fatal without the recognition |
| But how would we know |
| know of that consequence |
| had I forseen |
| Back issue of fate |
| Our California hates |
| had I not been |
| Closing the doors |
| and I am running |
| Past video stores |
| and you are driving |
| A barrier stands |
| between your hands and me |
| Sorry |
| You have got to be the last one standing |
