This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes, again
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
Making love out by the water,
Listening to our favorite song,
Sippin’ whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomarrow…
Whiskey river, take my mind
Don’t let her memory torture me
Whiskey river, don’t run dry
You’re all I got, take care of me
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the Angels sang a whiskey lullaby
He stopped loving her today…
Someday when we’re dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
Things we said today
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget
I’ve forgotten more than you’ll ever know . . .
Is that any way for a man to carry on
Do you think I want my loved one gone
I said I love you
More than you’ll ever know
More than you’ll ever know
I can’t wait to see your face,
But, you don’t seem to miss me…
Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please,
Since you’re gone, the nights are gettin’ strange
Since you’re gone, well nothing’s makin’ any sense
Since you’re gone, I stumbled in the shade
Since you’re gone, everything’s in perfect tense
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They’re going to destroy
Our casual joys
Mother said there would days like this,
My Mother said …
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday
It doesn’t get much worse than this
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
of these lives which are completely meaningless
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin
We’ve got to make love, the time is right
We’ve got to make love tonight
Because we’re burning up
It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me, Do I look all right?
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight