The Last

I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 She was slipping through my fingers
 Just like water through my grasp
 I can't say that I won't miss her
 But I swear I understand
 I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 My train of thought
 It left the station
 Without a clear destination
 So when it came
 Off the track
 I was not surprised
 I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
 And some green eyes
 But I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 She was slipping through my fingers
 Just like water through my grasp
 I can't say that I won't miss her
 But I swear I understand
 I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 Colors her hair
 And paints her face
 I traced the line of her hip
 As she was walking away
 All those late nights
 Become mornings
 If you do not say goodbye
 I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
 And some green eyes
 But I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 She was slipping through my fingers
 Just like water through my grasp
 I can't say that I won't miss her
 But I swear I understand
 I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 I'm not too young
 But I'm not too old yet
 I never learned
 But I never forget
 I ain't got much
 But I've got enough
 So I don't really mind
 I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
 And some green eyes
 But I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last
 She was slipping through my fingers
 Just like water through my grasp
 I can't say that I won't miss her
 But I swear I understand
 I was not the first to love her
 And I will not be the last