End of the Line

The end of the line

Calamity at first sight

Now the man in me don't walk right

Just like a pebble in my shoe

But you were a wanderer

And a competent one at that

So it caught me by surprise, this vulnerability

That I never thought I had

But you tried so hard to say

Oh, everything you wanted to

With an aching tongue

Oh, you spat at the world, no, not of words

But of a pearl that had belonged to her

So I went back to the country

Where the air was mild and sweet

I was in need of some reprieve and intermission

Oh, to gather up my things and to get back upon my feet

But I can't say I've got the answers

For it's always shades of grey

But there's a warmth in the air mid September

And it's enough across my face just to remind me

That I'm well upon my way

And I feel the ease

Man, I feel it tingle in my toes

How funny are the way that these memories do grow

Into some old French film in black and white

And I know the ropes

Because you see, I've said goodbye to some lovers

Fleshed out and tied to each other

By that invisible string, it tangles me

And when that morning came

Up fast well, it broke the fever square upon it's back

And finally I felt just like I should

Oh, the blood under my fingers won't be clear

Of a two month storm now done

So I went back to the country

Where the air now bitter sweet

And subtle is the change of my indifference

Oh, but strange is how the solitude can leave a man complete

And I can't wait till the morning

Be it sunshine, hail or snow

See, I do not believe in superstition

But somewhere amongst this mess

I may have found some happiness to call my own

Oh and time is a healer

Yeah, time is a friend of mine

In time, if you feel it

Would you be a friend of mine?

Oh, I hope you're a friend of mine