Diana Lawrence

END OF THE LINE

I’ve set my feet down in many lands,
laughed in the mountains, cried in the soft while sands,
prayed in old churches and ancient stands of pine.
Now I’m on a Greyhound, and you’re at the end of the line.

To stand in one place is just the same
as standing in another with a different name.
People are still people, the sky’s still blue
and I’m still wandering, but all the roads lead to you.

All the roads lead to you.
All the roads lead to you.
All the roads lead to you.
To you.

My body’s tired, my mind’s aglow
with all I’ve seen and all I now know.
But my heart is aching, cause it’s not mine.
So now I’m on a Greyhound, and you’re at the end of the line.
You’re always at the end of the line.