Where'd you get the number   Where'd you get the matches   In a motel room   Were they lying in a drawer with your old   boyscott badges   I think I know the truth      CHORUS:   'Cause the last fire always lights the next one   You burn through lovers like a chain-smokin', sweet talkin', son of a gun   Anything it takes to keep your loneliness on the run   'till the next one comes   And the last fire is ashes in the mornings sun      It's a little bit sad   A little bit tragic   The way oyu run around   And if love was a drug you'd be an addict   You're so afraid to come down      CHORUS      Oneday you're gonna say goodbye   And someone's gonna take it too well   Maybe even look you in the eye   Like it's a cold day in hell   And you;re the last fire      CHORUS