At the End of the Line

Too many miles to remember the smell of the air

This place is all good, but nothing can ever compare

The sun burns my skin as it pierces cerulean skies

I love this place, but it's only a thin disguise

Paradise

Is wherever your people are

You're alive with the people you love

Paradise

Wherever you wander

Is waiting for you

At the end on the line

Four thousand miles in the sky till the wheels hit the ground

Just seven miles more on the road till I'm through the front door

Wouldn't be right if the rain wasn't drowning the stones

But I’m used to that and for sure, I'm just glad to be home

Paradise

Is wherever your people are

You're alive with the people you love

Paradise

Wherever you wander

Is waiting for you

At the end on the line