With trembling hands she reaches up, a stranger's flesh is offered
Oh and give you back hope and hope that you won't take too much
Unselfish in her suffering she could not understand
Oh and I would be the last to know and I would be the last to let it show
Take her hand, she will lead you through the fire
Why do I feel so cold?
That no one seemed to have the time to cherish what was given
And I would be the last to know, I would be the last to let it show
Mary walks
Oh and I would be the last to know and I would be the last to let it show
She said, "How long have I been sleeping and why do I feel so old?
I would be the last to go
Respecting what is left she cradled us, oh she held us in her arms
My heart is saying one thing but my body won't let go"
I would be the last to go
