Reconcile to the relief   Consumed in sacred ground for me   There wasn't always a place to go   But there was always an urgent need to belong, yeah      All these bands and all these people   All these friends and we were equals but   What you gonna do   When everybody goes on without you?      To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end      Started in '87, ended in '89   Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime   It was just the 4 of us, yeah, man the core of us   Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us      4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car   Not know what was goin' on   We got a million years tourin' out like this   Hell no no premonition could've seen this      To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end      Matty came from far away   From New Orleans into the East Bay   He said, "This is a Mecca"   I said, "This ain't no Mecca man, this place's fucked"      3 months go by, he had no home   He had no food, he's all alone   Matty said, "Fool me once shame on you   Didn't fool me twice," He went back to New Orleans      To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end   To the end, end   To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end