The end of the line is only for the dead
You can toss up your hands
But they'll always fall back again
Try to keep that pretty head up towards the moon
I just wanted to be somebody's baby all of this time
The one they always make sure to see
But who are they really?
The trees, the trees
The sea and it's just been a sight and
An easy way to dream
I could just hit the bars, I could hit the bars
Small fires burn
Turn into a really big deal
An unstoppable, undeniable war
Take yourself for a drive
A tiny stroll outside
Some fresh air
Who care for the worst, my dear
The trees, the trees
The sea and it's just been a sight
An easy way to dream
I could just hit the bars, I could hit the bars
I could just hit the bars
The end of the line is only for the dead
The end of the line is only for the dead