How's It Gonna End
He had three whole dollars, a worn out car
A wife who was leaving for good
Life's made of trouble, worry, pain and struggle
She wrote goodbye in the dust on the hood
They found a map of Missouri, lipstick on the glass
They must of left in the middle of the night
And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?
Behind a smoke colored curtain the girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake
A tree born crooked will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake
A long lost letter and an old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep
And I want to know the same thing
We all want to know
How's it going to end
The barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming thru the rye
But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light
Drag your wagon and your plough over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds
You can never go back and the answer is no
And wishing for it only makes it bleed
The sirens are snaking their way up the hill
It's last call somewhere in the world
The reptiles blend in with the color of the street
Life is sweet at the edge of a razor
And down in the first row of an old picture show
The old man is asleep as the credits start to roll
I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?
A wife who was leaving for good
Life's made of trouble, worry, pain and struggle
She wrote goodbye in the dust on the hood
They found a map of Missouri, lipstick on the glass
They must of left in the middle of the night
And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?
Behind a smoke colored curtain the girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake
A tree born crooked will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake
A long lost letter and an old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep
And I want to know the same thing
We all want to know
How's it going to end
The barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming thru the rye
But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light
Drag your wagon and your plough over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds
You can never go back and the answer is no
And wishing for it only makes it bleed
The sirens are snaking their way up the hill
It's last call somewhere in the world
The reptiles blend in with the color of the street
Life is sweet at the edge of a razor
And down in the first row of an old picture show
The old man is asleep as the credits start to roll
I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?
Credits
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
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