End of the Line (Live In New York/1965)

This is the end of the line

I've clearly read every sign

The way you glance at me indifferently

And take your hand from mine

This is the end of the line

How can I ever be fine?

How helpless I've become

I feel like some discarded valentine

Remember in the beginning?

Your winning ways excited me

And all the while I was certain

That we two found a love that comes just to a few

Now

We've reached the end of the line

I hope your dreams turn out fine

I'm awfully tired and so, I guess I'll go

Although it's only nine

But this is the end of the line

The end of the line