Last Song

This is the last song
I'll ever write for you.
All the ones I wrote before
Baby, they're all still true
And I know your eyes
have a million songs in 'em
Waitin' to be rescued but
This is the last song
I'll ever write for you.

This is the last night
I'll sit up with this guitar.
Wonderin' 'bout
the clothes you're wearing
Wonderin' how you are
Singin' stories
made to remember you well
Wherever you are
This is the last night I'll sit up with this guitar.

This is the last time I'll try to describe your eyes.
All the times
I've done that before, baby
Prob'ly oughta suffice
And though to me they look like moonlit Jamaican skies
They're really just eyes
This is the last time I'll try to describe your eyes.

This is the last song
I'll ever write for you.
I'm drawing a line in the dirt
with a stick
And holdin' my breath
'til I turn blue
Now don't get me wrong,
I'm not ungrateful
You've been a real fine muse but
This is the last song I'll ever write for you.

Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP