Journey to the End of the East Bay
Reconcile to the belief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals
But what you gonna do when everybody goes on without you?
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Started in '87 ended in '89
You got garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the four of us, yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was goin' on
We got a million years, tourin' out like this
Hell no! No premonition could've seen this
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans into the east bay
He said "Tim, this is a mecca"
I said this ain't no mecca man, this place is fucked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, he gows back to New Orleans
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals
But what you gonna do when everybody goes on without you?
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Started in '87 ended in '89
You got garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the four of us, yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was goin' on
We got a million years, tourin' out like this
Hell no! No premonition could've seen this
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans into the east bay
He said "Tim, this is a mecca"
I said this ain't no mecca man, this place is fucked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, he gows back to New Orleans
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
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Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Roger Matthew Freeman, Lars Frederiksen
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