| 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 measuring 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 its not gonna be 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
|
| Who’s 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 motherf**ker willing to take the hard road
|
| Makes it 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 the most of these days while they are still unfolding
|
| Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closing |