Lyrics Spirit of the West

Spirit of the West

Last To Know

A little bird told me a secret today

I closed my eyes and wished that he'd fly away

When you're blind with love

When you're blind with love

You need a seeing eye friend

Now I'm a part of the circle in a line of

Well-informed friends

Tell me things I don't want to know about

Don't need to know about

Friends tell me things

I don't really want to know about

The unconscious entertainer unaware of the show

Or the ticket price to see the last to know

The unconscious entertainer unaware of the show

Or the ticket price to see the last to know

Truth or dare dare I tell what I know

Your pseudo / suit o love has been walked all over

Am I friend or foe and I friend or foe

Both sides wrestle neither side knows

There's truth to tell

But you won't hear it from me

In fact if the truth be known

You won't hear it from anybody else

Around here either

You think it would be the easiest thing in the world

To walk right up and tell you but I

Carry it around like an egg on a spoon

Since none of us have the guts to break the news

Instead we'll wait and see if it breaks your heart

You're the last to know, you're the last to know

And we've got our seats for the too late show

The unconscious entertainer unaware of the show

Or the ticket price to see the last to know

The unconscious entertainer unaware of the show

Or the ticket price to see the last to know