Who saves the best for last
And why we're gonna make it so strange
Coming round the corner fast
Just hoping for a open lane

The minutes are exploding glass
And the hours go on for days
It's the same old dysfunctional cast
Making all the tired mistakes
All of the best preteders
Why oh why must we wait

I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early

Here comes the prodigal son
Burning the wake into day
The steel-scented hit and run
Coming out the barrel of your face

Who saves the best for last
And why did we have to make it so strange
Coming round the corner fast
Just hoping for an open lane

All of the best preteders
Why oh why must we wait
We don't need tomorrow
If all can see is today

I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm 45 minutes too late
I'm 45 minutes too early
Who saves the best for last
And why we're gonna make it so strange