Last of the Ones
The last of the ones
Outside on patrol
The strand of du jour
Quarrels with the night
You know the kids are in love
Their freedom dissolved
Their clumsy resolve
Drifted off with the knife

The last of the ones
Walking out on parole
Carried on for the sons
Drowned in all wanderlust
But you can’t wonder none
So you reach for the gun
You can't know my god
Divine, you’re natural
No, you can’t know my god