Last of the Great Romantics

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.