The Last One Living

To go to God with your unbending burdens
Lands you in the pond with the fishes and the journeys
Melts the slope that dives to the road
Melts the group that sends you aloof
Melts the stoop where you sleuth
If you are flying in the sight
Of the oldest people's towns
You are raised up to the height
Of the perfect floating round

(And the last one living will abide)
The last one living will abide
The last one living will divide
(And the last one living will decide)
The last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right

Paint whirling feathers into flowing blows
Getting beaten by the stream that flows below
Good impressions of the bridge we toe across
Draw one out to go swimming in the big lusty river of rust
Pointing voices at the mirrors and the rose
That stand before us and slam us in the slows

(And the last one living will abide)
The last one living will abide
The last one living will divide
(And the last one living will decide)
The last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right