The Last Song

Born on a tear that seeps from the
dagger-shaped hole in your heart
Wounds that run deep.
Well I'll try to patch them as best as I can.

If the sun melts the black off the street
and the long road home sticks to your feet.
When the music that frees you has
all but been used up, then
I'll sing the last song for you.

I hate to see your heart breaking.
I'll hold it safe in my hands.
I don't know if my words can bind it together,
but that's all I know how to do.
So I'll sing the last song for you.

I ain't got much that I can give you
to keep you afloat
Mumbled comforts are no use for
wrestling demons, I know.

But a lopsided smile
and love-sick recital
might loosen the burden for now.

The penultimate beat of the drum.
When the second-to-last chord is strummed.
And when all of the words 
have already been heard
I'll sing the last song for you.
I'll sing the last song for you.
I'll sing the last song for you.
I'll sing the last song for you.