Be the last time Be the last time I heard you Don't let the last time I held you Be the last time I felt you Wouldn't let you get away If I had another day So don't let the last time I saw you So don't let the last time I hurt you I'm sorry if I wasn't

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Why do I do this to myself every time? I know the way it ends before it's even begun I am the only one at the finish line I could've sworn I saw fireworks From your house last night Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh As the lights flickered

Remember me to Roxy Anne You know she's still lovely The last time you saw me That you only saw the back of my head Southern Pacific Tell her I was on the move Red, white and blue Where are we running to? Over the wide plains

I never wanted the stars Never shot for the moon I like them right where they are All I wanted was you So baby just turn away Because I can't face the truth All I'm trying to say Is all I wanted was you The last time I saw her

The last time that I saw them I gave you my fingerprints They were running through your hair You held one between your lips And brought another there I haven't seen them since No matter who or what I touch I leave no evidence Left them all over you

In Cabo, Cabo San Lucas Girl the last time you saw me I wasn't this cool And I'm hangin' out in Mexico down by the pool If I send you a ticket would you fly in? I'd sure like to see you we could hook up again I know it sounds crazy, but I bought a guitar

Last night, alone, I met the moon I saw its halo and the love around "Now take the path, don't ever lose your time Just watch the light you have inside" I watched inside and my eyes burned The moon was right Roots so deep, head so high I want to be in

Don't look around 'Cause I'm never coming back It's high time You saw the last of me Had to change my mind You're going to change my mind You thought I was a whiner I'd forgotten where to go

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the