Last Days

music and lyrics by Mark Brut

Ten years ago I left home on two hours sleep
After spending an unexpected night with you
I went into this place sight unseen
With a restless heart and a pocket full of dreams

And these are my last days
Breath of fresh air and some photographs I'm on my way
Had it's ups and downs just like every place
These are my last days

Picking up scraps and shards and pieces of things
Like an old country road or a matchbook from a hotel
Picked up some things and left some others behind
Say it ain't no big thing but I guess it's just as well

And these are my last days
Breath of fresh air and some photographs I'm on my way
Had it's ups and downs just like every place
These are my last days

Some men will shy away and others will toe the line
Some people stay that way and others they will shine
Some men will grow up and others will remain a child
I got my hands in my pockets and my eyes are looking wild

And these are my last days
Breath of fresh air and some photographs I'm on my way
Had it's ups and downs just like every place
These are my last days
These are my last days
These are my last days
These are my last days

© Mark Brut 2006 - all rights reserved