Last To Know - Neil Finn

I went down the track, made the wrong turn

Finished up where I started

Noticed a change come over me

Fell in love with my own reflection, yeah

How does it feel beneath your own wheel?

Feel like an accident waking up

Under a bus with my fingers crossed

Now is the time we could make it up

So, you lost the fear, it wasn’t that bad

Left to your own devices, yeah

Still a young girl, eyes on the clock

Tick like a motor running out

Magnets and words up on the fridge

Speak to the poet in all of us

I missed the page that you thought about

Drew in the frost on the windowpane

And who I wonder could fail to notice

The aching silence come down

I’m humbled now

I hope you might come back

In your own time

Left to your own devices

And so, that’s how it goes

Never the first, always the last to know