Old slouch hat slouchin' on the corner
Tryin' to scrape some quarters, scratchin' at his guitar
It's spare change when he feels bolder

Cause it's a nightmare when he's sober
Don't wanna think about gettin' older,
don't wanna think


Your search for peace takes you to the park
amid the dogwalkers and the bodjoggers

Pretty people on the outside,
hollow on the inside
Makes you stop and think, you need a drink


Old dirty damsel, face looks like an Edsel
At the bus stop readin' a bible like some sleazy paperback book

It's haggard off duty hookers
and shameless shopping cart gypsies
And the stymes with their wine in a brown

paper bag - but it's home

You've been spillin' your soul in a song

You were good but not for much
There's people who are bad for a whole lot more
Some people are bad for a lot of loot, some are bad for nothin'

Some people are good for quite a bit too
And some people are good for nothin'


It's the last ride, the last ride
Behind you is your demons
And the future, the future is out of control

It's the last ride, the last ride