The Last Show
Play rhythms of the last show
Down my friend, down you go
In your life cascading to such a fear
Down my friends, down
Your eyes are full again, like the moon
Time to stay home and hide your face
It's time to leave the human race
Believe the times but not your fears
You moan and curse the years
In you I've seen such a fear
Your eyes are black again, like the sky
Play rhythms of the last show
Easy come and easy go
Pack your bags and leave your face
Soon to stop and fall from grace
Your eyes are a lonely place, like the moon
Writer/s: Ross John Martin