Текст Ron Pope – The Last

I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slippin’ through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp

My train of thought
It left the station
Without a clear destination
So when it came
Off the track
I was not surprised

I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slippin’ through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can’t say that I won’t miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last

Colors her hair
And paints her face
I traced the line of her hip
As she was walkin’ away
All those late nights
Become mornings

I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slippin’ through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can’t say that I won’t miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last

I’m not too young
But I’m not too old yet
I never learned
But I never forget
I ain’t got much
But I’ve got enough
So I don’t really mind

I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slippin’ through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can’t say that I won’t miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last