I am the keeper of a very old flame.
Its long been ignored, but its not been completely in vain.
And all that I was, I gave that to you.
And if its not enough, oh, theres nothing more I can do.
I guard the well to a century of tears.
I let them fall after hours and all through the years.
And all that I am as I stand here today,
Seems more than enough, theres nothing more I will say.
Youre the last stop before home,
An I always go home.
Youre the last stop and everything I know,
That I always go home.
Instrumental break.
Im not the sleeper who waits for a kiss.
But who is the God who designed me to love you like this?
An if I break in two and fall to my knees,
An tell you the truth, would you then believe you have been this to me.
The last stop before home,
An I always go home.
Youre the last stop and everything I know,
That I always go home.
Youre the last stop before home,
An I always go home alone.
