Last Chance - Swingin Utters

The last of the daydreams have walked out the open door

Avoiding any problems they might’ve had with the social law

Well, I remember Tuesday and every last day of my life

And I’ll never forget anything that stays with me at night

It’s the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done

It’s the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of

This child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground

Watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown

And he don’t want a companion, has got things to say, but don’t wanna talk

And I remember myself like him oh, I hope that he don’t also fall

It’s the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done

It’s the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of

Go and get your army boots, my son

Go and get your music box, come on

Go and get your building blocks, my son

It’s time to set your sails, my boy, and run