The Last Dreamer

Do you still walk under whispering trees
by bone-white cliffs over wine-dark seas?
It seems my friend you are the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

Do you still drive out on Highway 9
pedal to the metal, outrunning Time?
It seems my friend you are the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

Do you still dig in the pirate's cove
looking for treasure or looking for love?
That's just how it is for the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

Your eyebrows lift like blackbird wings
when the crows come around and tell you things
the lonely secrets of the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

The rain comes down and it cleans the streets
that give up their hearts to your passing feet
and pay their homage to the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

The world goes by like a storm of smoke
like a syllable in a word God spoke
like a speck in the eye of the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

When morning comes and the last dream fades
you'll know what it meant as you draw the shades
and sunshine drenches the last dreamer,
you are the last dreamer.

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