The End

Land full of oil
Sky full of spray
A hole down to hell at the bottom of the bay and
Now if it rains it may all wash away
Oh no oh no oh no

And in the end
Will I be home
Will I be with friends
And in the end
Will I be whole
Will I make amends

Cracks in the barrel
Blood on the stage
If it's not on your shores
The word's in the waves
We don't believe stories of better days
Oh no oh no oh no

And in the end
Will I be home
Will I be with friends
And in the end
Will I be whole
Will I make amends

And if I think it's the way it should be
In that way will I be set free
Or would someone be kidding me
And sometimes I think I might have the right
To find out some way to fight
And save my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Folk Herald
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