can trust you with my secrets
Your reputation for discre
And I appreciate the glimpse
and then you're on your own
Am I still penciling on your calendar?
Am I still the late night call
when you've got nothing to say?
I know it's Thanksgiving night
The movie, the last love expander
Home, St. Valentine's Day
was it fear or sanctuary?
That Utah trip was a bit far out,
I know you're busy correcting
your lifelong documentary
what part you wanted me to do
Am I still the late night call
when you've got nothing to say?
I know it's Christmas morning
But who'll be the last lover standing
And my car is close to my rest,
and the table back the door
though you thought nothing,
And now even your carrier pigeons
have been picked off by the vultures
There's only one thing left
Am I still the late night call
when you've got nothing to say?
I know it's New Year's Eve
Who'll be the last lover standing?
Who'll be the last lover standing?
