There's a light at the end where I know Where culprits on carpets make sense of it all And the sky is all indigo
And the young ones just want to go home
And the edge of the world makes it seem That everyone gone is still singing the same song And I can believe in these things That everyone's singing along The good the bad and the gone
There's a light at the end of a dock Sending green little postcards to a city I love so much And the water makes sense of her laugh And wrinkles the backs of my hands
There's a light at the end where I smoke And my name puffs in colors with people I know The song that was stuck in her head Becomes all the words you forget Yet everyone is singing along The good and the bad and the gone
