And give me power,
Give me strength,
Give me memories I can forget
When I am old and brittle and alone.
Don’t let me be the last one gone.
Give me noise,
And give me pleasure,
Hit me hard with words of wisdom,
Bring me the joys of leisure.
Just don’t let me be the last one gone.
Give me your time,
And give me your hand,
Hold on to me like you are mine,
Promise you’ll be here where I stand.
Don’t let me be the last one gone.
Give me your dreams,
And give me your hopes.
Sow me back at my open seams,
Draw me back inside my frames.
But please don’t let me be the last one gone.
And if you do, I’ll follow you.
There’s nothing you can do.