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, 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, and comes, 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 anymore. 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, not foolish, not grand, taking a stand, no in command. So people never ridicule a lovesick fool, I'll say he's only carrying a torch in his hands, it's a flamethrower, and his judgment is scorched. Here comes the last of the great romantics, not tortured, not racked, delusions 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. Here comes the last of the great romantics. © transcript Emily Beynon