At The Last - Thrice

It’s a shame that some must go without

But I was no fool to think it might be my problem

Needy hands were reaching out

I kept my spare change and my pride in a tight fist (in a tight fist)

And now at the last

Everything is changed in this pale light

That death has cast on all I’ve done

On all I’ve done, on all I’ve done

I’m a good man on the whole

Who can blame me for looking out for number one

I never killed, I never stole

A small indulgence now and then, So what of it?

I’m a good man, I’m a good man

Am I good man?

I thought I was

But the rewards of this life now count for naught

My body soon buried and left to rot

The time’s gone, how quickly it all has past

My God, now I see how I’ve squandered each and every breath

Now at the last

Everything is changed in this pale light

That death has cast on all I’ve done

Now at the last

Everything is changed in this pale light

And looking back I am undone

I am undone