Lyrics

Side walks, board walks
Theatres and town squares
Riding with the angles
Whispering worn out prayers
East to west to nowhere
Looking for a soul that cares
East to west to nowhere
Never found a soul that cares

I’m the last rider
Shining in the California sun
I’m the last rider
Never seemed to matter much
To anyone

Podiums and platforms
Whistle stops and cattle cars
Empty as a tin can
Beneath these western stars
East to west to nowhere
Looking for a soul that cares
East to west to nowhere
Never found a soul that cares

I’m the last rider
Shining in the California sun
I’m the last rider
Never seemed to matter much
To anyone

I never made it home
I never made it home
I never made it home
I never made it home

I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider
I’m the last rider