Merging away,

like we did yesterday

wrong direction

The traffic we'll know,

the traffic is slow and thoughtless

The wheel that is still,

on the concrete and green,

away home

And it is alone,

a division unknown,

a split decision

Climbing the floors,

and I'm not running

Through revolving doors,

and you're not driving

The barrier stands,

between your hands and me,

Sorry

You said I made,

you said you said I made,

a bad decision

Said I made a mistake

Fatal without the recognition

But how would we know,

know of that consequence,

had I forseen

Our California hates,

had I not been

Closing the doors,

and I am running

Past video stores,

and you are driving

A barrier stands,

between your hands and me,

Sorry

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

Ahhhhh Ahhhhh

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

Ahhhhh Ahhhhh

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

You have got to be the last one standing

Ahhhhh Ahhhhh