Waiting for the End to Come

Smells like hash In that field of grass Between the gas pump And the overpass We went up in smoke And lying on our backs Wondering when the end will come I met the Holy Ghost When I was 14 Then out behind the bleachers Found the needle's morphine And ever since Been looking for the real thing Waiting for the end to come But time demands You can't wait around a silhouette in a door Insides sinking, thinking what to do Life commands you And it burns you up a cigarette on the floor From the inside on the verge of something new Mr. Comedian You're running out of jokes Passed out in the car port After trying to coax From the ether a word Although he knows That one day the end will come Do you wanna walk In a lovely way? Take all your attention From your thoughts for a day Let's go running and rolling Up in the cascades Hoping that the end won't come But time demands You can't wait around a silhouette in a door Insides sinking, thinking what to do But life commands you That what goes around is coming back even more On the inside, on the verge of something new Time demands You can't wait around a silhouette in a door Insides sinking, thinking what to do But life commands you And it burns you up a cigarette on the floor Inside on the verge of something new