THE END OF THE DAY.

And once again I’m on the street

Walking with somebody else’s damn feet

And so it goes well so they say

But this is me always at the end of the day.

I travel in I travel out

I stumble and stammer ending with doubt

A life that’s full of agony

One more time once again at the end of the day.

At the end of the day it’s me

No pretending just me

At the end of the day I see…

Nobody.

Life is so short life is so still

We’re so long dead but there’s still time to kill

I’m over you well so I say

Who am I convincing at the end of the day.