In the last known photograph Of you and me sprawled on the grass You looked off frame You were through with this stupid play You looked off frame I didn't recognize the boy I once knew Lost Sonoma Hills matched perspective with my silver stills
We followed the old mule trail To mining camps and dried blood red shale
You should stay You're just going to leave this place anyway
You should know by now You're going to ruin the show
You're the last friend I have Among the crew and cast and staff They'll replace you with an unknown hack
You're the last the friend I have
You looked off frame Towards the east But the traitorous beast will never speak your name you looked off frame I saw you harden with ambition You should stay You're just going to blow this place anyway You should know by now You're going to ruin the show