Last Start

She left the place a rich model sect
There were never two on the wheel
They would drive for hours blank
Tracing white lines for the deal
Never knew the day you’d invest
Like a needle clings to the vein
The engine smoke as she knew they’d gone
The last trip on down the drain
Never too late — last start
Never too late — last start
Never too late — last start
Never too late — the last stop
At the cross tops dropping off
Life was like a shotgun, baby
Another blast on the run
A little fix of adrenaline
His heart’s beating like a drum
Had a dream, not what you’d expect
His mind’s A Lad Insane
The pistol smoke as he knew they’d gone
The last trip on down the drain
With a leather suitcase
A white scared face
His mind set on the mission
Like a terrorist involved
Cold War ammunition
Left unused with the fuse intact
The package still worked the same
The bomb smoke as he knew they’d gone
The last trip on down the drain