End Of The Line

The night was hot, the moon silvery full I was near the world's end in a small town bar nursing a drink sitting on a broken stool at my feet in a beat up case rested my guitar heartbreak in my pocket and dust on my shoes I wander around the world playing it's blues At the bar slumps a man who answers to Harry in his eyes the ghosts he barely carries: the secret stains on his wife's bed the echoes of his gun and his best friend whiskey might dilute the blood still on his hands and tonight he'll reach for a promised land The waitress searched around serving drinks to men who find only her legs interesting in another life she was a beauty queen now she chases her dreams between the sheets her eyes squeezed shut her mind on street parades calling her mommy with an "everything is fine" but in the moonlight she saw the end of her line and to the broken tune of an old southern blues band she gave up on her promised land Hunched at an empty table in neon darkness Big Joe was staring hard into nothingness a year since he lost his son Jamie and his wife "and you know beer can never fill this hole inside but sometimes you forget for a short while" tonight he'll face the dawn in a glorious last stand demanding his promised land In the corner she stands so defiantly daring her feet tapping to the jukebox blaring got her jeans on tight, her hair in strands her wedding finger shows white circular bands It is the same sad story, only the faces vary: she repeats the lines over a Bloody Mary all about her man who doesn't understand her need for someone to hold her hand when her secrets drag her down without a fight and she wakes in the dead of another night with her promised land out of sightWritten September 14th, 2001 © on Feb 01 2008 02:31 AM PST    lyrics