The Very Last Mile

Slow, rhythmic synthesizer pulse, mimicking a breathing machine

Atmospheric synthesizer swell

The heater clicks in the hall

Black stains on the floor.

The soda has gone flat now

And the nurses don’t knock at the door anymore.

Your hand is a bundle of dry sticks

Wrapped in a pale, cotton sleeve.

The TV is muted and glowing blue

We’re just waiting for the signal to leave.

Chorus

It’s that weight of the very last mile

The quiet before the great slip.

We trade our sun for a long, heavy rest

With a faint, dry smile on our lips.

(A faint, dry smile on our lips)

Melancholic slide guitar intermezzo

I’m counting the rhythm of your chest

A slow engine on the pale sea.

The gold on your finger is sliding off

You feel cold, afraid, but free.

Chorus

Ohh, it’s that weight of the very last mile

The quiet before the great slip.

We trade our lives for the second best,

With a faint, dry smile on our lips.

(A faint, dry smile on our lips)

Extended, soaring guitar solo - bluesy and emotive

Bridge

The curtains are drawn against the day (day)

The streetlights are starting to blink.

I pull the wool blanket up to your chin (chin)

And I pour one last glass in the sink.

One more deep pull of the air

(One more)

The room holds its breath for a while.

The dust dances slow in the light of the hall

As you step over the very last stile.

Gilmour guitar solo

Gilmour guitar solo

Guitar solo

Guitar solo

Guitar solo