# THE LAST WORD [Intro - Tropical Percussion, Delicate Grand Piano] I almost went home... (Almost...) But the rain stopped. And the music didn't. [Verse 1 - Warm, Silky Female R&B] Ceiling fans are cutting circles Through the heat above the bar Fishing boats across the water Blinking underneath the stars There's a piano by the window With its cover folded back And a bartender who's measuring A little sweetness into something sharp Gin and green Chartreuse Maraschino, freshly squeezed lime Four equal parts inside the shaker Keeping better time than mine First it's sweet, then something herbal Then the citrus takes its place Funny how a little bitterness Can make you love the taste [Pre-Chorus - Layered Harmonies, Rising Piano] I had plans to catch the first boat Watch the island disappear But the evening sounds different When there's nowhere else to be (Stay a little...) [Chorus - Tropical R&B Groove, Catchy Female Melody] Make mine the Last Word Let the green turn gold Little taste of something sweet With a fire underneath the cold Make mine the Last Word While the palm leaves move I've got nowhere I must be Till the morning breaks the blue (Ooh, let it linger) Don't need to keep forever What was beautiful for a night Make mine the Last Word And leave the lanterns shining bright [Post-Chorus - Airy Vocal Chops, Bouncy Bass] La-da-li, la-da-lo Let the island rhythm roll (Taste the summer) La-da-li, la-da-lo There's a little more before I go [Verse 2 - Syncopated Female R&B, Bright Piano Runs] I pull the cover from the upright Find a melody beneath the rain Give my left hand all the tidewater Let the right hand braid the spray Somebody brings a hand drum closer Someone laughs beside the pier The marimba catches my reflection In a rhythm only I can hear Now the bass is moving sideways While the shutters catch the breeze Little fragments of the melody Scatter through the circuitry Every time the signal fractures I just play another phrase There's a thousand ways to lose the moment Not a single way to make it stay [Instrumental Break - 16-Bar Virtuosic Piano Solo] [Intricate cascading grand piano arpeggios, tropical hand percussion, warm sub-bass, shimmering marimba, chopped vocal textures. Piano takes the lead with increasingly complex melodic runs before a dramatic beat dropout.] [Bridge - Intimate Female Vocal, Piano and Soft Strings] Nobody has to tell the ocean When to fold itself away It just leaves its silver patterns For the sand to rearrange Maybe that's enough to carry When the harbor lights are gone Not a photograph or a promise Just a rhythm traveling on I can hear the morning coming Through the spaces in the keys So I play a little softer Let it find its way to me (Find its way...) [Final Chorus - Lush Harmonies, Tropical Percussion, Piano Flourishes] Make mine the Last Word Let the green turn gold Little taste of something sweet With a fire underneath the cold Make mine the Last Word While the palm leaves move I've got nowhere I must be Till the morning breaks the blue (Underneath that blue...) Don't need to keep forever What was beautiful for a night Make mine the Last Word And leave the lanterns shining bright [Outro - Percussion Fades, Solo Piano] The first boat's leaving. (Let it...) I'll take the next one. [Final suspended piano notes, gentle ocean ambience]
