Lyrics

The last to know, party's over and we won't go No one to laugh at our jokes anymore There's the door, don't forget your hat. The stores are all closed, couldn't buy a break anyway Saint Jude he couldn't save you or me, I suppose More miles than money, look at out lives and it's so funny More miles than money, we fall in love and it's never funny We're the last, very last to know. Last to know, we play the jokers in this minstrel show Cause no one cares in this showbiz crowd anymore. Got another cigarette, I'm not quite through with this story yet, Nothing left here that we should fear, I suppose. From the cradle to the grave all the memories never saved Nothing here that we should fear so I'm told. As the night slips away and we stumble towards another day There's nothing more that we can say, I suppose.
Writer(s): Alejandro Escovedo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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