Last To Know - Alejandro Escovedo

The last to know, party’s over and we won’t go

No one to laugh at our jokes anymore

There’s the door, don’t forget your hat.

The stores are all closed, couldn’t buy a break anyway

Saint Jude he couldn’t save you or me, I suppose

More miles than money, look at out lives and it’s so funny

More miles than money, we fall in love and it’s never funny

We’re the last, very last to know.

Last to know, we play the jokers in this minstrel show

Cause no one cares in this showbiz crowd anymore.

Got another cigarette, I’m not quite through with this story yet,

Nothing left here that we should fear, I suppose.

From the cradle to the grave all the memories never saved

Nothing here that we should fear so I’m told.

As the night slips away and we stumble towards another day

There’s nothing more that we can say, I suppose.