Last Stop by Kenny White Lyrics
"last stop," says the driver
And everybody rushes to be the first one to see what this night holds
For them
"last stop," he says, and with a collective lurch forward
They reach for cover when the air's a bit too cold for them
Hilfiger bags bounce off each seat up the aisle, fruits of a day-long
Mall attack
Boppin' mexican boys with their hair cut short on top and long in the
Back
Ears stuffed with portable sonys
Still manage to hear each other say somethin' about cajones
"last stop," and the murder mysteries close and the word jumbles
Get rolled up and put under the arm
I suppose to be dropped into the nearest trash
"last stop" to the click, click, click of the cell phones snapping shut
In some crazy syncopation
Except those whose time is just way too valuable to let a little
Interference
Get in the way of making sure we all hear how important their lives
Are
"hello, hello, hello, i'm losing you"
"hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"
"hello, hello, hello, is this better?"
"hello, hello, how 'bout now?"
"hey right there, don't move…… shit"
"see you tomorrow, have a good one," they mumble
Some headed out for a cold one
Some home to give the wife a tumble
"last stop," says the driver
And everybody rushes to be the first one to see what this night holds for them
"last stop," he says, and with a collective lurch forward
They reach for cover when the air's a bit too cold for them
Hilfiger bags bounce off each seat up the aisle, fruits of a day-long mall attack
Boppin' mexican boys with their hair cut short on top and long in the back
Ears stuffed with portable sonys
Still manage to hear each other say somethin' about cajones
"last stop," and the murder mysteries close and the word jumbles
Get rolled up and put under the arm
I suppose to be dropped into the nearest trash
"last stop" to the click, click, click of the cell phones snapping shut
In some crazy syncopation
Except those whose time is just way too valuable to let a little interference
Get in the way of making sure we all hear how important their lives are
"hello, hello, hello, i'm losing you"
"hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"
"hello, hello, hello, is this better?"
"hello, hello, how 'bout now?"
"hey right there, don't move…… shit"
"see you tomorrow, have a good one," they mumble
Some headed out for a cold one
Some home to give the wife a tumble
"hey last stop, pal"
And he looks at me frozen in my seat and i'm thinking
Anything i've ever done in my life…if i'd done it
One minute sooner or one minute later
I might've landed in a whole different place with a whole different view
There'd still be me, but maybe not you
Same fingerprints on different doors, a loving father, a casualty of war
Hero or zero, phenom or flop
We'll never know 'cause tonight it's
Last stop
It doesn't matter how many miles we cover
We're measured by the love that we give to each other
Shawn pelton…drums
Paul ossola…upright bass
Duke levine…electric guitar
Riley mcmahon…acoustic guitar
Kenny white…wurlitzer
Kenny white & amy fairchild…background vocals
And everybody rushes to be the first one to see what this night holds
For them
"last stop," he says, and with a collective lurch forward
They reach for cover when the air's a bit too cold for them
Hilfiger bags bounce off each seat up the aisle, fruits of a day-long
Mall attack
Boppin' mexican boys with their hair cut short on top and long in the
Back
Ears stuffed with portable sonys
Still manage to hear each other say somethin' about cajones
"last stop," and the murder mysteries close and the word jumbles
Get rolled up and put under the arm
I suppose to be dropped into the nearest trash
"last stop" to the click, click, click of the cell phones snapping shut
In some crazy syncopation
Except those whose time is just way too valuable to let a little
Interference
Get in the way of making sure we all hear how important their lives
Are
"hello, hello, hello, i'm losing you"
"hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"
"hello, hello, hello, is this better?"
"hello, hello, how 'bout now?"
"hey right there, don't move…… shit"
"see you tomorrow, have a good one," they mumble
Some headed out for a cold one
Some home to give the wife a tumble
"last stop," says the driver
And everybody rushes to be the first one to see what this night holds for them
"last stop," he says, and with a collective lurch forward
They reach for cover when the air's a bit too cold for them
Hilfiger bags bounce off each seat up the aisle, fruits of a day-long mall attack
Boppin' mexican boys with their hair cut short on top and long in the back
Ears stuffed with portable sonys
Still manage to hear each other say somethin' about cajones
"last stop," and the murder mysteries close and the word jumbles
Get rolled up and put under the arm
I suppose to be dropped into the nearest trash
"last stop" to the click, click, click of the cell phones snapping shut
In some crazy syncopation
Except those whose time is just way too valuable to let a little interference
Get in the way of making sure we all hear how important their lives are
"hello, hello, hello, i'm losing you"
"hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"
"hello, hello, hello, is this better?"
"hello, hello, how 'bout now?"
"hey right there, don't move…… shit"
"see you tomorrow, have a good one," they mumble
Some headed out for a cold one
Some home to give the wife a tumble
"hey last stop, pal"
And he looks at me frozen in my seat and i'm thinking
Anything i've ever done in my life…if i'd done it
One minute sooner or one minute later
I might've landed in a whole different place with a whole different view
There'd still be me, but maybe not you
Same fingerprints on different doors, a loving father, a casualty of war
Hero or zero, phenom or flop
We'll never know 'cause tonight it's
Last stop
It doesn't matter how many miles we cover
We're measured by the love that we give to each other
Shawn pelton…drums
Paul ossola…upright bass
Duke levine…electric guitar
Riley mcmahon…acoustic guitar
Kenny white…wurlitzer
Kenny white & amy fairchild…background vocals