The end of the line is only for the deadnYou can toss up your handsnBut they’ll always fall back againnTry to keep that pretty head up towards the moonnI just wanted to be somebody’s baby all of this timenThe one they always make sure to seenBut who are they really?nThe trees, the treesnThe sea and it’s just been a sight andnAn easy way to dreamnI could just hit the bars, I could hit the barsnSmall fires burnnTurn into a really big dealnAn unstoppable, undeniable warnTake yourself for a drivenA tiny stroll outsidenSome fresh air nWho care for the worst, my dearnThe trees, the treesnThe sea and it’s just been a sightnAn easy way to dreamnI could just hit the bars, I could hit the barsnI could just hit the barsnThe end of the line is only for the deadnThe end of the line is only for the deadn