Next To The Last Romantic

He's riding the plains living up to his name

As the next to the last true romantic

He knows that his story is tragic

But he can't rest until he's next to you

All the girls know his fame, men curse his name

And they talk about him like he's magic

But he's the next to the last true romantic

And he can't rest until he's next to you

He's stolen hearts like they're horses

And horses when hearts can't be found

He keeps riding from one horse to one horse to one horse towns

It gets him down

He knows he's a fool to get caught up with you

But he's the next to the last true romantic

And he can't let go of love once he's had it

And he can't rest until he's next to you

There's always whiskey and women

And women and whiskey around

And he can't tell which is worse

To be dying of thirst or to drown

That gets him down

So he smiles through the pain, he pinch Estelle, he dance with Jane

Sometimes even he don't know how he stands it

But he's the next to the last true romantic

And he can't rest until he's next to you

And he can't rest until he's next to you