The end of the line is only for the dead   You can toss up your hands   But they’ll always fall back again   Try to keep that pretty head up towards the moon   I just wanted to be somebody’s baby all of this time   The one they always make sure to see   But who are they really?   The trees, the trees   The sea and it’s just been a sight and   An easy way to dream   I could just hit the bars, I could hit the bars   Small fires burn   Turn into a really big deal   An unstoppable, undeniable war   Take yourself for a drive   A tiny stroll outside   Some fresh air    Who care for the worst, my dear   The trees, the trees   The sea and it’s just been a sight   An easy way to dream   I could just hit the bars, I could hit the bars   I could just hit the bars   The end of the line is only for the dead   The end of the line is only for the dead