| Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile | |
| Trying not to spend more time looking back | |
| There's still a bit more to go | |
| Can't stop measuring strike outs to home runs | |
| Trying to justify these compromises that have piled up and dulled my blade | |
| Maybe we stayed too long didn't say enough, swing hard enough | |
| The years just sort of ran away | |
| And the ones that follow won't be as fun | |
| I'll never love anything else the way that I loved this | |
| So you know its not gonna be easy | |
| To just let go | |
| But the credits they will roll | |
| It's getting harder and harder | |
| To give too much of my body and soul to a mess overrun by morons and thugs | |
| Who's only purpose is to break this, not hard enough to make it | |
| Fighting on their own | |
| We stand bound and gagged as they pee on our rug | |
| The end result of not a single motherf**ker willing to take the hard road | |
| Makes it easier to watch as the door swings slowly shut | |
| Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live deep in my chest | |
| Watched as you took your last breath on that floor in Wilkes-Barre | |
| The room loved you so deeply our hearts broke as you faded | |
| And i can never repay the lesson you left me as we rolled outta town that night | |
| Not a thought in my head of beginnings or endings | |
| Make the most of these days while they are still unfolding | |
| Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closing |
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