Last Stop: This Town
You're dead, but the world keeps spinning
Take a spin through the world you left
It's gettin' dark a little too early
Are you missing the dearly bereft?
Takin' flight and you could be here tomorrow
Takin' flight, well, you could get here tonight
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
What?
I'm gonna fly on down, then fly away
Well, all right
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Takin' a spin through the neighborhood
The neighbors scream, "Whatchya talking 'bout?"
'Cause they don't know how to let you in
And I can't let you out
What if I was not your only friend in this world?
Can you take me where you're goin' if you're never comin' back?
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
I'm gonna fly on down then fly away, on my way
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Why don't we take a ride, away, up high through the neighborhood?
Up over the billboards and the factories and smoke
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
Yeah!
I'm gonna fly on down, then fly away on my way
Fly away
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Take a spin through the world you left
It's gettin' dark a little too early
Are you missing the dearly bereft?
Takin' flight and you could be here tomorrow
Takin' flight, well, you could get here tonight
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
What?
I'm gonna fly on down, then fly away
Well, all right
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Takin' a spin through the neighborhood
The neighbors scream, "Whatchya talking 'bout?"
'Cause they don't know how to let you in
And I can't let you out
What if I was not your only friend in this world?
Can you take me where you're goin' if you're never comin' back?
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
I'm gonna fly on down then fly away, on my way
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Why don't we take a ride, away, up high through the neighborhood?
Up over the billboards and the factories and smoke
(I'm gonna fly on down for the last stop through this town)
Yeah!
I'm gonna fly on down, then fly away on my way
Fly away
Get down
Get, get, get down
Get down, now
Get, get, get down
Get down
Credits
Writer(s): Mark O. Everett, Michael S. Simpson
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