The Last Great Song

There's no use crying Tears are meaningless They can't change My restless dissonance 

There's no use trying Efforts are laughable You can't teach flying To a broken soul

Singing my desperate lullaby Filling the sky with sound If you hear my desperate lullaby Pray for me, maybe I'll come around

Out of emotion Can't manufacture it There's no solution  To this night's starlessness

There's only waiting Quiet as I can There's no use making Suggestions or demands 

Singing my desperate lullaby Filling the sky with sound If you hear my desperate lullaby Pray for me, maybe I'll come around