In The Last Life

Sittin′ in the backyard on a milk crate
Yeah I'm home but not ready to come up yet
Goin′ over all the trouble I'm in, how it's just written in the script

I was going down the moment the phone rang, the minute they called

Why do I talk to every idiot, with an idiot idea?
It′s always Race 8, the Get Out Stakes
Chasing through the smell of the sweat and the fear
You shake your head and say "You do you babe", so I do me
For a while I was betting for Two Flies
And I thought we werе home scot-free
It′s time to climb the stair
You'll bе sleeping and not keeping the score

You lift me up, you brush me down, you lift me up, turn me around
I must have been alright In the Last Life
To be lying here with you, here with you

When I slip away into my glass canoe
And I′m slicing my way to the falls
You pull me over say even a fool should know
They're all sharks and leeches and lawyers
And it was you said "Say sorry to Honest Don
This little bugger′s in a little bit of strife"
He might listen to me 'cause I look like his son
Who wasn′t quite made out for the criminal life

The moment the phone rang, the minute they called
You lift me up, you brush me down, you lift me up, turn me around
I must have been alright In the Last Life
To be lying here with you, here with you
I must have been alright In the Last Life
To be lying here with you, here with you

You lift me up, you brush me down, you lift me up, turn me around
I must have been alright In the Last Life
To be lying here with you, here with you
I must have been alright In the Last Life
To be lying here with you, here with you

"You do you babe", so I do me