End of the Line

In the end of the line Calamity at first sight Now the man in me don't walk right Just like a pebble in my shoe But you were a wanderer And a competent one at that So it caught me by surprise this venerability That I never thought I had Oh and you tried so hard to say Everything you wanted to And with an aching tongue Oh you spat out at the world now not of words But of a pearl that had belonged to her So I went back to the country Where the air was mild and sweet I was in need of some reprieve and intermission Oh to gather up my things and to get back upon my feet But I cant say I've got the answers For its always shades of grey But theres a warmth in the air in mid september And it's enough across my face just to Remind me that I'm well upon my way And I feel the ease Man I feel it tingle in my toes How funny are the way that these memories do grow Into some old french film in black and white And I know the ropes Because you see I've said goodbye to some lovers Fleshed out and tied to each other By that invisible string it tangles me And when that morning came up fast well it Broke the fever square upon its back And finally I felt just like I should Oh the blood under my fingers warm The clearing of a two months storm now done So I went back to the country Where the air now bitter sweet And subtle is the change of my indifference But strange how the solitude Can leave a man complete And I can't wait 'till the morning Be it sunshine hail or snow See I do not believe in superstition But somewhere upon this mess I may have found some happiness to call my own Oh and time is a healer Time is a friend of mine In time if you feel it Would you be a friend of mine Oh I hope you're a friend of mine