Mmm took a look to see
The rusted latches on my guitar case
No the end is not near
The end is not nearly what you think
No the end is not near
The end is not nearly were you think it is
Mmm listening for the words
To wind from my head down to my straggly sleeve
Oh now it seems so long
Living in a web I never meant to weave
No the end is not near
The end is not nearly what you think
No the end is not near
The end is not nearly were you think it is
Sad like people sometimes get
I looked down at these scratched old boots
that could not leave
No I haven't made it yet
But if I do then you will know please
pray for me
