At the Last

It's a shame that some must go without,
But I was no fool to think it might be my problem.
Needy hands were reaching out;
Kept my spare change and my pride in a tight fist.

And now at the last, everything is changed in this pale light
That death has cast on all I've done.

I'm a good man on the whole;
Who can blame me for looking out for number one?
Never killed, I never stole;
A small indulgence now and then, so what of it?

I'm a good man.
I'm a good man.
Am I a good man?
I thought I was,
But the rewards of this life now count for naught.
My body: soon buried and left to rot.
The time's gone, how quickly it all has past.
My God, now I see how I've squandered each and every breath.

And now at the last, everything is changed in this pale light
That death has cast on all I've done.
And now at the last, everything is changed in this pale light;
And looking back I am undone.