Here comes the end and I'm ready
I carry on but the on is heavy
And I am a different kind of lost
Here comes the end and I'm ready
I'm here, but I'm empty here
I gotta go to find a better here
I promise I'll be a different kind of found
With a smile, you turn to me, saying, "What in the hell are we?"
And I shrug insouciant and you turn back
The scene ends with a fade to black
"I don't think we'll be coming back. There isn't enough hope for wishing that. But at least when the credits roll, I hope a sad, sad song plays us out."
Here comes the end and I'm ready
I carry on but the on is heavy
And I am a different kind of lost
Here comes the end and I'm ready
I'm here, but I'm empty here
I gotta go to find a better here
I promise I'll be a different kind of found
We're all dead men just trying to ease the pain
Isolating sometimes; sublimating our time
here on earth, just trying to cope with life,
okay only part time, never truly alive
"You understand? The weapons that I seek? A little higher and a little out of reach."
"So where does hope go when hopes gone?"
"Anywhere but here," I say. "Anywhere but here."
Ask me why I do it and I point down the road
saying, without looking, "Do you really wanna know?"
You nod and I turn and I start and you follow
I stop and I turn and say, "Yeah, me too."
And then we started again
off west, even and silent
The reason didn't matter to us
We just knew that the journey called us
We just knew that the journey called us
We just knew that the journey onward
was steep and we knew our dreams were
a little higher and a little out of reach
We just knew that the journey called us
We just knew that the journey onward
was steep and we knew our dreams were
a little higher and higher yet
Here comes the end and I'm ready
I carry on but the on is heavy
And I am a different kind of lost
Here comes the end and I'm ready
I'm here, but I'm empty here
I gotta go to find a better here
I promise I'll be a different kind of found
Here comes the end and I'm ready,
calm, and composed like the sun-bleached bones
on the beach
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on, I carry on...
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