Far End of the Night
GRANT, LEE PHILLIPS
Buddy some Topeka night
When it?s just you and the road
Seen no tailights there for miles
And nothin? much but static on the radio
Wasn?t lookin? to the left
Wasn?t lookin? to the right
Just kept walking? like Virginia to the surf
Towards the far end of the night
Time hangs like a noose
Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly
Heard my own beloved cry
I heard my one beloved moan
What?s the use in all the ache we must endure
I had no good reason why
Time hangs like a noose
Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly
Not a rail to grasp ahold
Nor a savior there beside
Juat kept a walkin? like Virginia to the surf
Towards the far end of the night
Time hangs like a noose
Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly
And time hangs like a noose
Around me