The Last to Leave
Arlo Guthrie
By Arlo Guthrie
Lonely sunshine, days come easy
Spend my time alone at rest
And if I were the last to leave here
Now would these roads be any less?
Oh, I'm the last to leave
Now would these ribbon highway roads
Be less wonderful to me?
Why must I always be so slow?
Many friends come and go
You know there's a lot of feelings that I've left behind
And it's a lonely world, I know
When your friends are hard to find
But take the time, my memory fails
And soak my eyes in the morning rain
Like a sailor, sailing over Jordan
On the road back home again
Oh, I'm the last to leave
Would these ribbon highway roads
Be less wonderful to me?
Why must I always be so slow?