Merging away, like we did yesterday wrong direction The traffic we'll know, the traffic is slow and thoughtless The wheel that is still, on the concrete and green, away home And it is alone, a division unknown, a split decision Climbing the floors, and I'm not running Through revolving doors, and you're not driving The barrier stands, between your hands and me, Sorry You said I made, you said you said I made, a bad decision Said I made a mistake Fatal without the recognition But how would we know, know of that consequence, had I forseen Our California hates, had I not been Closing the doors, and I am running Past video stores, and you are driving A barrier stands, between your hands and me, Sorry You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing Ahhhhh Ahhhhh You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing Ahhhhh Ahhhhh You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing You have got to be the last one standing Ahhhhh Ahhhhh