Always the Last One

By Chris Devine

Dublin, 1992. Timmie was ... ahem ... with someone in our shared hotel room. I was left feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I was always the one at the party without a date.

I'm always the last one,
Always the last to wonder,
Always the last one
Waiting to go further.

In the beginning, I didn't worry,
Love would come to me, some day, surely.
A waiting game with an unsure end,
A fool's gallery of passing friends.
There were crimes I wish I'd done,
Searching for the only one,
Now the chains of ignorance hold me fast,
And I stand here as they all go past 'cause

I'm always the last one,
Always the last to wonder,
Always the last one
Waiting to go further.

Can I declare my love for you?
Tell me, would you care even if it were true?
I thrive on the emptiness, I grow from pain,
But tell me how many times must I face this again?
There were crimes I wish I'd done,
Searching for the only one,
Now the chains of unsurety hold me fast,
And I stand here as they all go past 'cause

I'm always the last one,
Always the last to wonder,
Always the last one
Waiting to go further.

Waiting to go further,
Waiting to go further,
Waiting to go further,
Oh, waiting to further.