The Last Man on the Moon

The Florida sun is weak
And it's light is dull
And it glances off the ruins of the space age
I am being hunted
I am being stalked
I’ll die beneath a canopy of faces
And then there will be no one living who can say
They walked in heaven's hallways
They stood in heaven's way

[Chorus]
Won’t you dance with me
For one last tango in the ashes
Won't you dance with me
My love
Won't you dance with me
For one last tango in the ashes
Won't you dance with me
My love

These impertinent questions
These ballgames on my lawn
These goddamn kids with no imagination
Who bow and scrape to angels
Pray just to be warm
Sell themselves to gainful occupation
Soon there will be no one living I can call
Just some spacesuits in museums
With mission decals on the walls

[Chorus]
But won't you dance with me
For one last tango in the ashes
Won't you dance with me
My love
Won't you dance with me
For one last tango in the ashes
Won't you dance with me
My love

The Florida sun is weak
And it’s light is dull
And it glances off the ruins of the space age