Last In Line

You take me down

To your old town

Take me through the streets you walked as a little boy

Take me to the picture show

We will sit in the very last row

And later on

In your old bedroom

Regale me with stories of the girls

Climbing in your window late at night when everyone else was gone

And I won't ever mind

As long as I'm last in line

Take me to the end

So treat me like a friend

But I won't ever mind

The days are long but the years are short

Since I've heard your voice like a tuning fork

I could take us back in the Paris heat

Was it always cold in motel room sheets?

I've said too much and it's such a drag

Like a distant friend

Like a car for a mac

Like a kitten fang with a ball of wool

To distract you when the conversation's dull

And we will go our separate ways

And I

I know I'll cry for you

And there's nothin' left to say

And even less that I can do

And later on

In our old town

I will see you out walkin' with a girl

Warned me that you broke the bond

It'll be the you are really gone

I won't ever mind

I know I'm not last in line

Take me to the end

And drop me 'round the bend

But I won't ever mind