He sits and stares, waiting for thunder
After awhile, I started to wonder
How he got so hollowed out
I didn't even recognize him yesterday
The clock ticks like a small drop of water
The clouds roll in the sun starts to fade away
As the rain comes down he begins to pray
Now it's the dealer's turn to fold
Cause the charade is getting old
You can sit and wait for lightning to strike
But the wind will takes its toll
He lifts his head, gets up in a daze
Out of the fog and into a maze
That's the way it starts everyday
So it seems the well's running dry
All he does is look up to the sky and beg
Laughing as they hand him a dead bouquet
That's all
Let me know when this all sinks in
Last call, last call
The lights are on but you're not leaving
Last Call Video (MV)
Performed By: The Loved Ones
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Christopher Edwin Gonzalez, David Andrew Hause, Michael Hanrahan Sneeringer, Bernard David Walsh
The Loved Ones - Last Call Lyrics
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He sits and stares, waiting for thunder
After awhile, I started to wonder
How he got so hollowed out
I didn't even recognize him yesterday
The clock ticks like a small drop of water
The clouds roll in the sun starts to fade away
As the rain comes down he begins to pray
Now it's the dealer's turn to fold
Cause the charade is getting old
You can sit and wait for lightning to strike
But the wind will takes its toll
He lifts his head, gets up in a daze
Out of the fog and into a maze
That's the way it starts everyday
So it seems the well's running dry
All he does is look up to the sky and beg
Laughing as they hand him a dead bouquet
That's all
Let me know when this all sinks in
Last call, last call
The lights are on but you're not leaving
After awhile, I started to wonder
How he got so hollowed out
I didn't even recognize him yesterday
The clock ticks like a small drop of water
The clouds roll in the sun starts to fade away
As the rain comes down he begins to pray
Now it's the dealer's turn to fold
Cause the charade is getting old
You can sit and wait for lightning to strike
But the wind will takes its toll
He lifts his head, gets up in a daze
Out of the fog and into a maze
That's the way it starts everyday
So it seems the well's running dry
All he does is look up to the sky and beg
Laughing as they hand him a dead bouquet
That's all
Let me know when this all sinks in
Last call, last call
The lights are on but you're not leaving
Writer: Christopher Edwin Gonzalez, David Andrew Hause, Michael Hanrahan Sneeringer, Bernard David Walsh
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC