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 foreseen
[Incomprehensible], 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
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
You have got to be the last one standing
