The End of it All

I sat down right there
To the West, I could stare
At the wildest flowers in bloom
Just through the blinds
It was frozen outside
Like winter, but in June
When the tide hit the top of the rocks on Strawberry Hill
And the sirens and lights they stopped
Just to be still

For the end of it all
I hope I'm around for the end of it all
If I'm around for the end of it all

And the cigarette smoke was thickened
So was the pain
And I found my past
In broken stained glass
And a memory calling my name
The young and the old drank the wine
Played in the rain
To dilute the panic
And alter the static decay

For the end of it all
I hope I'm around for the end of it all
Cos if I'm around for the end

Then I'll call all my friends
We'll play pretend
Maybe we'll figure it out
But I won't ask why
Or hypothesize
What this could all be about
Being unbound
Being about
Being about

Well, hey Mister Man
Put those curious plans on hold
I'll be your friend
We can walk to the edge
We can look for the road
Ride toward the end of it all

I hope I'm around for the end of it all
If I'm around for the end of it all