How It Ends

I've seen this all before
When I was just a child.
I met a witch who took a bow and showed me how it ended.

We stood here on the shore.
The air was sweet and mild,
With disbelief implausibly suspended.

And in my child's imagination, I remember you;
Though, I didn't know if we were foes or friends.
But now you're standing here,
I see the vision coming clear.

I know exactly how this ends.

It ends with you
It ends with me
It ends the way a story's ending is supposed to be
A bit insane,
A touch of pain,
Adeptly told,
Yet uncontrolled,

It ends with faith
It ends with love
It ends with water in the river and the sun above
Part epic tale
Part fire sale
But all sincere
And standing here

I know I wasn't perfect,
I know my life was small,
I know that I pretended that I knew it all.

But when you tell my story,
And I hope somebody does,
Remember me as something bigger than I was

It ends with sons
It ends with wives
It ends with knowing when the pavement bends we find our lives.

So let it come,
And let me go.
Show me the waves,
And let them flow.
It all ends well,

This much, I know.