It is complete now-two ends of time  are neatly tied  a one-way street, she's walking to the  end of the line  and there she meets the faces she sees in  her heart and mind    They say-goodbye-tomorrow Wendy's  going to die  underneath the chilly gray November sky  we can make believe  that Kennedy is still alive  we're shooting for the moon and smiling  Jackie's driving by    They say-good try-  tomorrow Wendy's going to die  I told the priest-don't count on  any second coming.  God got his ass kicked the first time He  came down here slumming  He had the balls to come, the Gall to die  and then forgive us-  no, I don't wonder why  I wonder what he thought  it would get us-hey hey, good try-  tomorrow Wendy's going to die