Last Sweet Hour

He left the ground
On a solo to Brazil
To those who had the power
And had in mind as left LA behind
Reaching for the last sweet hour

To those who called
He had nothing to confide
Although his thoughts brimmed over
He found his time in talking to his own
Looking at the lights of Dover

Oh honey, it’s getting cold
The ice is close at hand
I’m flying on teary wings
There ain't no place to land

If you should see Serena on your way
I will be down in [?]
I got it all, it’s hidden down the hull
She won’t need your talent

Oh baby, it doesn’t change
The battle still goes on
I’m finding what’s just been done
Looks lovеly, now it’s gone

And after all the sundowns I’vе seen
I might be tired and sour
But you know me
I always seem to be
Dwelling on the last sweet hour
Dwelling on the last sweet hour
Dwelling on the last sweet hour
On the last
On the last
Sweet hour

[Outro]
On the last
On the last