Last Man Standing

Posted: January 22, 2014 in lyrics

Her husband’s driving long haul to nowhere special
Her beer’s beside mine on the bar in this Interstate pit
We’re both late and desperate when it hits last call
I’m lucky to be the last man standing

Once in a while I have to head out on the freeway
Anything’s bound to be less confusing than home
Drift on in at midnight, to some sudsy neon hole
And see if I can be the last man standing

Try not to look at his picture on the nightstand
Forget her sheets didn’t make the laundry this month
Grab some good honest loving and thank your stars
For late last call at lonely highway bars

I need that mad dash down an icy fire escape
To the sound of the brakes on a heavy Western Star
Pulling on my zipper, while not losing my keys
Proving my skills as the last man standing

Try not to look at his picture on the nightstand
Forget her sheets didn’t make the laundry this month
Grab some good honest loving and thank your stars
For late last call at lonely highway bars

©Loren Hicks, SOCAN, all rights reserved | View more lyrics here.

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