End of the Night

End of the night, end of the book

Veered off the road where nobody looks

Written in the clouds, whispers underground

If it all disappears, if it dare turn around

And there's nothing anyone can say

That can prepare you when they take you away

Rolling down Main Street in the Sunday stitches

Where another one goes

Tell me a lie, tell me the truth

Wrap it with ribbons, tight like a noose

A gift for the judge and the hangman as well

Some are bent on heaven but here's where we dwell

Someone in the land between the lands

Where all our hope stumbles or stands

Vanish before we make our move

There's another one gone

The longer you stay around

The more you feel alone

All my friends are shadows

Stretching past the city limits

All running from the rising sun

And there's nothing anyone can say

That can prepare you when they take you away

Saturday's dreams buried on Monday's stitches

There's the way the story goes