The Last Thing You Do
(Ashley Gorley/Wade Kirby)
He hung up the phone without saying goodbye
Kept his eyes on the road and his fists clinched tight
It was all over something that didn't matter at all
But he just had to tell her that she was wrong
Then a car swirved, his life flashed right before his eyes
And as he slammed on those brakes a voice whispered inside
If the last thing you did was the last thing you do
If the last word you said was the last breath you drew
Would you be o.k. with the way they remember you
If the last thing you did was the last thing you do
He caught his breath thanked God he was alive
Then a thousand regrets ran through his mind
Like his sons baseball game that he missed last night
All those times he worked late, now he wondered why
Oh and leaving this morning with no goodbye kiss
He sat there tremblin', thinking what if...
He pulled his car on the shoulder wiped a tear as he picked that phone up
And he told her how much he loved her and now he can't say it enough
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