End of the Line
On the edge of a cliff
at the end of the line
A man stands alone
and is left to wonder why
For a lifetime of work
heÕs got nothing to show
HeÕs been down all the highways
but thereÕs nowhere left to go
A well has water
until it runs dry
With love thereÕs always hope
until the last tear is cried
Faith springs anew
Ôtil it turns into doubt
A man has luck
until the day
it all runs out
At the end of his days
when it all turns to dust
A man looks at his life
and sees what he must
He listens in the stillness
of the nighttime air
Hears only the echo
of his unanswered prayers
A well has water
until it runs dry
With love thereÕs always hope
until the last tear is cried
Faith springs anew
Ôtil it turns into doubt
A man has luck
until the day
it all runs out
On the edge of a cliff
at the end of the line
A man stands alone
as he runs out of time
He listens in the stillness
of the nighttime air
HeÕs done his best to love
but no one is there
A well has water
until it runs dry
With love thereÕs always hope
until the last tear is cried
Faith springs anew
Ôtil it turns into doubt
A man has luck
until the day
it all runs out
A man has luck
until the day
it all runs out
© Phil Cohen