End Of The Line - Joe Sample, Randy Crawford

This is the end of the line

I’ve clearly read every sign

The way you glance at me Indifferently

And you take your hand from mine

This is the end of the line

How can I ever define

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 too had found a love that calms

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 its only nine

But this is the end of the line

The end of the line

The end of the line

I hope your dreams turn out fine

But this is the end of the line