text: Faded pictures in an old scrapbook
  Faded pictures that somebody took
  When you were hard and young and proud
  Backed against the wall, running raw and loud
  Snakeskin vest and a sharkskin suit
  Cuban heels on your boots
  You kick in the band and side-by-side
  You take the crowd on their mystery ride
  Knights of Columbus and the Firemans Ball
  Friday night at the Union Hall
  Black-leather clubs all along Route 9
  You count the names of the missing as you count off time
  Rock of ages lift me somehow
  Somewhere high and hard and loud
  Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
  Im the last man standing now
  Im the last man standing now
  Out of school and out of work
  Thrift-store jeans and flannel shirts
  The lights go down and you face the crowd
  The last man standing now
  Lights come up at the Legion Hall
  Pool cues go back up on the wall
  Pack your guitar and have one last beer
  With just the ringing in your ears
  Rock of ages lift me somehow
  Somewhere high and hard and loud
  Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
  Im the last man standing now
  Im the last man standing now
  Im the last man standing now