last of the real men
Eyes that smile and lips
And I was always too far gone
You found the strength
To carry on
Sorry to say I'm not that strong
I was on the way home
Sails for the desert sand
Waiting for changes in the weather
All the seas have dried
All the tears I've cried
Let's grow apart
While lovers grow together
I remember when I was young
And you bought me my first gun
A nice shiny one
You said 'go ahead son
Being young is so much fun'
So much fun
Years go by
And I'm behind the wheel
Of my first car
With my first girl
On my first date
And she says
Go as fast as you can
Got to be a real man
And outside the night is alive
And inside you and I
Discuss coincidences and chances
That somehow hide the essential difference
Between you and I
You say you don't want to get too close too soon
Funny then to find you here in my room
Let's grow apart
While lovers grow together
Do you think it's wrong to dream
Of an ex-lover?
Occasionally
Think of things nostalgically?
Do you you dream of your ex-lover
Rarely or not at all
Not at all
Do you think it's wrong
To dream of an ex-lover?
Occasionally
Watch things turn to fantasy
Is it wrong?
Of course it is
Of course it is
Of course it is
But what will I do with these memories?
What will I do with these memories?
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
(three...four..)
I remember sitting on a wall
With your two good looking friends
Waving goodbye to two blond men
You'll never see again
You say
'There go the last of the real men'
And you turn to me
And say 'I consider you a friend'
You said I was the strangest one
I said well we'll keep an open mind
You said 'keep an eye on the skies'
Those aren't stars they're satellites
'Those aren't planes you see at night'
Well the truth is out there
And so are you
I was on the way home
Sails for the desert sand
Waiting for changes in the weather
All the seas have dried
As your culture dies
Let's grow apart
While cities grow together
Do you think it's wrong
To dream of an ex-lover?
Occasionally
Think of things nostalgically?
Do you you dream of your ex-lover
Rarely or not at all
Not at all
Yea
There go the last of the real men she said
Where have they all gone?
Well you wont' find them on this wall
This wall you're sitting on
They're heading south
They're all mouth
Engrossed in porno-scenes and magazines
There go the last of the real men
There go the last of the real men she said
Where have they all gone?
Well you wont' find them on this wall
This wall you're sitting on
You need some man to tell you lies
Take you in and compromise
There go the last of the real men
Do you think it's wrong to dream
Of an ex-lover?
Occasionally
Think of things nostalgically?
Do you you dream of your ex-lover
Rarely or not at all?
Not at all.
Do you think that it's wrong
To dream of an ex-lover?
Occasionally
Watch things turn to fantasy
Is it wrong?
Of course it is
Of course it is
Of course it is
But what will I do with these memories?
So kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
Kiss her kiss her kiss her for me
©Tobias Zaldua 1999
Taken from the album 'get ahead' 1999