The Last Word (December 8, 1980)

03:10
(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Well it doesn't make any sense.

All these things I have heard.

It's a rotten crying shame.

This is the last word.

 

On a dark and wintry night.

The wind blew soft and calm.

The statues were all crumbling.

There was dust out on the lawn.

 

Well nothin' seems to matter.

Nothin' seems the same.

All the clash and all the clatter.

Disappearing down the drain.

 

The old boy borrowed a nickel.

To buy some bubble gum.

He put the coin in the slot.

And everything came undone.

 

There are weeds out in the garden.

There's a mist in the sky.

And all I can do is.

Hang my head and wonder why.

 

'Cause it doesn't make any sense.

All these things I have heard.

It's a rotten crying shame.

This is THE LAST WORD.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)