Caribbean dusk on broken waters,
a captain hiding in plain sight.
He smiles, but the tide remembers
the man he buried with the night.

I’m the last man… standing in the calm,
where every touch turns to harm.
When the world demands
a final stand
last man… last man stand…

Shadows move, but he moves faster.
Old debts breathing down his spine.
Danger knows the shape he carries
and falls before the line.

I’m the last man… standing through the flame,
no mercy in the name.
When the past commands,
I never ran
last man… last man stand…

LAX beneath the fading skyline,
linen suit and a whispering crowd.
One ticket, one invisible war
he walks unbowed.

I’m the last man… standing on the edge,
where fate becomes a pledge.
If the world demands
a final man
last man… last man stand…
last man… last man stand…
last man… last man stand…
last man… last man stand…
last man… last man stand…
last man… last man stand…