Last one standing
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 4:06
- language
- Sp
lyrics
You left your boots by the door At La Villita, three-thirteen I still see your keys on the floor And the receipt from Whataburger in between You said you had somewhere to be By eight, you were already gone But I kept that chair next to me With your jacket hanging on Now the ice is all melted down And the ashtray’s full of rain Everybody cleared out the room But you stayed through the pain Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing When the tables were cold You still held your place You stayed till the dawn With that look on your face Your truck was parked on the curb By the taquería on Blanco Road Moon pie box in the seat And a red Solo cup half-cold My cousin saw the whole thing How the others shut the door You were still out there in the yard When the music hit the floor Now the ice is all melted down And the ashtray’s full of rain Everybody cleared out the room But you stayed through the pain Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing When the tables were cold You still held your place You stayed till the dawn With that look on your face I don’t forget who remains When the crowd makes tracks You held my hand in the truck And never looked back Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing Last one standing When the tables were cold You still held your place You stayed till the dawn With that look on your face
