Last Love - HIPPY

I may not be the first kiss that gave you butterflies Or the first five-hour phone call that kept you up all night I may not be the first last name that you scribbled next to yours But from now 'till forever, for worse or for better There's one thing I know for sure I'll be the last goodbye tears you'll cry Last lonely Friday night Last arms that pull you in close Last dream you chase alone The end of your broken road Last place your heart calls a home Who cares about history? That's all in the past I knew the first time that I saw you You'd be my last, last love I know I didn't give you the classy ring But I've got a golden band That comes with a promise that never ends Our story begins when I slip it on your hand And I'll be the last goodbye tears you'll cry Last lonely Friday night Last arms that pull you in close Last dream you chase alone The end of your broken road Last place your heart calls a home Who cares about history? That's all in the past I knew the first time that I saw you You'd be my last, last love to have, love to hold Love that lasts, even when we grow old I'll be the last goodbye tears you'll cry Last lonely Friday night Last arms that pull you in close Last dream you chase alone The end of your broken road Last place your heart calls a home Who cares about history? That's all in the past I knew the first time that I saw you You'd be my last, last You'd be my last, last love