In the end i see scattering souls and light
In the end looks like a masterpiece to me
In, in, falling in, i'll do it all again
You called me a hypocrite last night
How come i feel you ain't got the right
I'm pickin on pickin on pickin on guitar
Spendin lots of money starin at the stars
In the end
In the end
I saw TV static snowing in your eyes
Cable wire out the back of your neck was no big surprise
The gauge on your head said reality running low
And when you come to me my friend you've got nowhere else to go
In the end too much frost on my windshield
In the end the sun come on out again
You've done yourself wrong by not knowing the tune
The semblance of your order and the song is ruined
Honey dripping from the hive
Tattoos and soul jive
Find myself still alive and looking toward the moon
In the end