George WirthThe Last Good Kiss
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Special thanks to Amanda Shires for playing on this tune. You're the best.

George Wirth: Guitar and Vocal
Amanda Shires: Fiddle

The lights are all out over Grand Street tonight
And the transformers hum in the dark
Midnight to morning and this snow keeps on falling
And the only thing moving is me and the wind
And we roll across town with our own rhyme and reason
On a shroud made of silver and white
The high beams and flashers illuminate crystals
Diamonds in motion sparkle and spin

And the only thing I think about
On a lonesome night like this
Is the look in your eye when you said goodbye
And the taste of the last good kiss
The taste of the last good kiss

When we were together, I lived for the moment
In a fog made of whiskey and smoke
I watched my refection in a blue-colored mirror
And I burned all my bridges just as fast as I could
And I treated you bad, hell baby I know it
I worked hard for the trouble I’m in
And all this bad luck, well I had it all comin’
I got all that I asked for, again and again...

Now the only thing I think about
On a cold night like this
Is the look in your eye when you said goodbye
And the taste of the last good kiss
The taste of the last good kiss

Well if I could move time with this plow and this wheel
I’d push it aside like the snow
I’d uncover that road that led me to here
I’d find you and I’d never let go...

Well a dream is just something you say to yourself
When the truth is too hard to bear
You know it’s a lie the minute you hear
The bittersweet words as they hit the air
I’ll never be more than what I’ve become
I wouldn't change if I had the chance
I’d just break your heart all over again
And leave you standing alone at the end of the dance

Now I’m high in the cab of this yellow six-wheeler
Cutting lines through water and air
The wind fills ‘em in as fast as I clear ‘em
We count up our markers and start over again...

Now the only things I think about
Are the chances that I missed
The look in your eye when you said goodbye
And the taste of the last good kiss
The taste of the last good kiss
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