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

     he’s got nothing to show

He’s been down all the highways

     but there’s nowhere left to go

 

A well has water

     until it runs dry

With love there’s always hope

     until the last tear is cried

Faith springs anew

      til 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 there’s always hope

     until the last tear is cried

Faith springs anew

      til 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

He’s done his best to love

     but no one is there

 

A well has water

     until it runs dry

With love there’s always hope

     until the last tear is cried

Faith springs anew

      til 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