Waiting for the End to Come

Smells like hash
In that field of grass
Between the gas pump
And the overpass
We went up in smoke
And lying on our backs
Wondering when the end will come

I met the Holy Ghost
When I was 14
Then out behind the bleachers
Found the needle's morphine
And ever since
Been looking for the real thing
Waiting for the end to come

But time demands
You can't wait around a silhouette in a door
Insides sinking, thinking what to do
Life commands you
And it burns you up a cigarette on the floor
From the inside on the verge of something new

Mr. Comedian
You're running out of jokes
Passed out in the car port
After trying to coax
From the ether a word
Although he knows
That one day the end will come

Do you wanna walk
In a lovely way?
Take all your attention
From your thoughts for a day
Let's go running and rolling
Up in the cascades
Hoping that the end won't come

But time demands
You can't wait around a silhouette in a door
Insides sinking, thinking what to do
But life commands you
That what goes around is coming back even more
On the inside, on the verge of something new

Time demands
You can't wait around a silhouette in a door
Insides sinking, thinking what to do
But life commands you
And it burns you up a cigarette on the floor
Inside on the verge of something new