From the recordings THIS IS WHO I AM, LAST TOMORROW, and THE "QUITE A HANDFUL" COMPILATION
Lyrics
OUR LAST RACE<br />
<br />
We see stars that have died<br />
Ages and ages ago,<br />
But we often fail to spy<br />
That sweet, warm inner glow.<br />
We cast a longing gaze<br />
Back on the good old days,<br />
Searching for some brightness<br />
To borrow.<br />
<br />
Tripped up by our partners in crime,<br />
So entangled in sin’s embrace,<br />
Perhaps we’ll get it right next time,<br />
If this isn’t our last race.<br />
<br />
Yes, we cast a longing gaze<br />
Back on the good old days,<br />
And, just as seriously,<br />
We peer into the mist<br />
Of what is yet to be,<br />
Searching for some pseudo-scientist<br />
To make sense of all of this,<br />
While today slips away<br />
Almost unnoticed.<br />
<br />
Tripped up by our partners in crime,<br />
So entangled in sin’s embrace,<br />
Perhaps we’ll get it right next time,<br />
If this isn’t our last race.<br />
<br />
There’s no time to lose -<br />
Just time enough to choose.<br />
<br />
Feel God’s warm Breath<br />
On the back of your neck,<br />
Feel His firm Hand<br />
Upon your shoulder.<br />
If beauty truly stands<br />
In the eye of the beholder,<br />
What is Man that God<br />
Is mindful of him?<br />
<br />
Perhaps we’ll get it right<br />
Next time.<br />
<br />
Copyright © 2007 Lex Zaleta<br />