Last Chance Songtext

von Swingin' Utters

The last of the daydreams have walked out the open door
Avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law
Well, i remember Tuesday and every last day of my life
And i'll never forget anything that stays with me at night
It's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done
It's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of
This child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground
Watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown
And he don; t want a companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna talk
And i remember myself like him oh, i hope that he don't also fall
It's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done
It's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of

Go and get your army boots, my son,
Go and get your music box, come on
Go and get your building blocks, my son
It's time to set your sails, my boy, and run
(Koski)