The Last Great Illusion
--words and music by Michael Stanley

I can feel the touch of everything
Just like yesterday
We'd circle through those endless nights
And the music it would play
Might be a sound so high and lonesome
Or driving like a train
And for a moment
Wash your sins away like rain ...

Like rain . . . 

Past the factories on the river
Passing time and passing lies
And there's lightning in the air tonight
Burnin' through that midwest sky
And a distant smokey saxophone said the things I couldn't say
As she lay down in the backseat
And took my breath away ...

	It's the last great illusion
	The last great illusion
	It's the last great illusion
	And I'll take it with me
	Till my dyin' day ...

Out on the wind there's the sound of a song I'm straining to hear
One that's been deep in my soul
And it's been in control there for years

And it takes me to another time
When it all stretched out before
Like a lover's naked promises
Just waiting to explore ...

	It's the last great illusion
	The last great illusion
	It's the last great illusion
	And I'll take it with me
	Till my dyin' day ...

	(to fade)