Last One to Leave - Fred Thomas

Get out your gloves, put on your coat

You’re out in the snow and ready to go

To this dance all alone

Whada’you care if your friends aren’t there?

They ain’t much to talk to, let’s stand round and stare

You know you’ll still be the last one to leave

The last one to fall asleep

A bottle and then, a light that won’t bend

Through the shades in your room

You hate the weekend, the nights never end

And you’re leaving too soon

You’re puttin' the moves on anyone who’s there

They ain’t much to talk to, sly round and stare

You know that you’ll be the last one to leave

The last one to fall asleep

You know you’ll still be the last one to sober up

The last one to wake back up