Falling into everything, holding onto one another You're on the last train home again The last train home again This is the last song played in vain The last song played in vain This is all I ever could need to make the most of it Trying to get along in

Please don't be lonely when I'm gone I've been so sad for far too long And as I gently slip away, this song will always stay Now I understand it might be my last day Might be my last day So what am I supposed to do now I've reached the end? And if I

I'm gonna love you (love you) Baby, let's go out with a bang We could be the last love song ever sang Love you like it's the end of the world I'm gonna hold you (hold you) Hold you as long as I can in this world So let's cheers to the moments of beauty

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

Tell me, tell me Everybody, sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing We were born for this Do you feel the pressure now? (We were born for this) Everybody, live Like it's the last day you will ever see Can you feel the pressure?

Gonna put you back together Gonna put you back together (2x) And I look you in the eye You know this is the last time I'm Baby think twice Break you out again Break you out

I missed the last song I blame myself for just standing there too long When nobody's watching us The last song The light that's in your eyes, like everyone wants it to be Well can't you see that it must be this way Who knows who's wrong or right Just as

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

What a shame when a thang blast at ya 'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow me now see, check it out I say: this song is dedicated to