Here comes the last of the great romantics
Faithful and true, believing in you
Regardless of the things you do

Here comes the last of the great romantics
Feet planted wide, defying the tide
Come on Gatsby, stand aside

People see me walking down the street
And I hear them saying 'here he comes'
That boy makes a banquet from
A table of crumbs...

He hears romantic music in
Unanswered phones
In the angry slamming of a door
And the girl that he's mad about
Does not care any more

Here comes the last of the great romantics
Defying the tide. Come on Gatsby, stand aside

Here comes the last of the great romantics
Not foolish, not grand, taking a stand
Out of touch? No, in command!
So people, never ridicule the lovesick fool
Or say he's only carrying a torch
In his hands it's a flamethrower
And his judgement is scorched

Here comes the last of the great romantics
Not tortured, not wracked. Illusions intact
Undiscouraged by the facts

Here comes the last of the great romantics
Feet planted wide, defying the tide
Come on Gatsby, stand aside

Here comes the last of the great romantics