In the End I Won't Be Coming Home

In the end I won’t be coming home

Through the rocks and all the burnt out fields

Through the mist, a shot, a frozen gun

In the hands of her that little girl

It’s not what I want, but it’s what I won

It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I won

When the fog has lifted all will be revealed

Like a gem formed through the pressure of the years

Or a bomb blast, car crash, landslide, nose dive

Losing my balance between happiness and fear

It’s not what I want, but it’s what I won

It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I won

When I wake from the wreckage

Of the best life I could ever have lived

And we’re drifting on the deep Atlantic

With the black box lost way underneath

Lost without a clue, of how we’ve crash landed

A long time coming, but out of the blue

Should have seen it coming?

Could we still outrun it?

Could we still make something?

Or were we dead in the water?

Before we were airborne.

In the end I won’t be coming home

Through the rocks and all the burnt out fields

Through the mist, a shot, a frozen gun

In the hands of her...

In the end I won’t be coming home

Through the frozen fields

In the end I won’t be coming home