Last Song Lyrics

And, with the t.v. on

It’s like we’re coming home again

Straight lines are circular

They form a purpose to the end

So, put your pretty shoes on

It’s time for the last song

Everyone is dreaming

In time to the last song

Twist of the apple stem

Saying the alphabet

Again

And, with the New Years’ end

We’re breaking the pledges to

Our friends

And, there are feathers for the stones

They’ll be here before you know it’s real

Your mother says

“It’s cold, so button up for what’s in store this year”

So, put your pretty shoes on

It’s time for the last song

Everyone is dreaming

In time to the last song

So, put your pretty dress on

It’s time for the last song

All your friends are leaving before the last song