So now that I'm fading
from your picture
Don't you ever
pay attention twice
And now that
I'm old as ancient scripture
I know nothing in this world
would suffice
Don't you ever go away
You heard me say
in the language of a troubadour
A lullaby of yesterday
would surely delay
Any remanence of
an unsettled score
I'll be waiting for you
With my life
stuck in a standstill like
an old photograph
And I'm going to follow
it through
From the top of the story
to the last paragraph
And I'm going to see to it
that I have the last laugh
So now that your walls
are slowly fading
I found freedom
from your paradise
And now that my cards
are finally folding
I would much
prefer the roll of the dice
And don't you
ever come my way
I heard you say
from the silence
of your slow demeanor
A lullaby of yesterday
would surely decay
Any remanence
of an unsettled score
I'll be waiting for you
With my life stuck in a standstill
like an old photograph
And I'm going to follow it through
From the top of the story
to the last paragraph
And I'm going to see to it
that I have the last laugh
Oh I'm going to see to it
that I have the last laugh
Oh I'm going to see to it
that I have the last laugh