The End of the Line

It’s been a long time coming, but I’m going to the end of the line.
The postcards are all pretty, but they’ve got nothing on tonight.
It’s been a long time I’ve been waiting for you to say:
Why don’t you just take me away?

I hope you miss me, ’cause I’m going to end of the line.
The morning windy so the trees could wave goodbye.
I procrastinated, I waited ‘til today
To ask you
Why don’t I just take you away?

Past the roads, over the sea,
If the tracks run out that’s where we’ll meet
If you don’t go, I don’t care,
you are with me anywhere
I don’t need you, I don’t want you,
But It’s not human flesh that haunts you
It’s ghost of eyes, ghosts of thighs,
Ghosts of all our broken:
All I know is, I am going
Far.

I’ll miss the bullfrogs, but I’m going to the end of the line.
I’ll miss your fingers frozen to mine.
I’ll miss the snow still falling down at the end of May.
Still I want to take you away.

It’s been a long time coming, but I’m going to the end of the line.
If we get a second act, it’s high time I had mine.
You won‘t see me waving, when I‘m fading into grey,
I’m just gonna take me away.

Past the road, over the sea,
When the tracks run out that’s where we’ll meet
If you don’t go, I don’t care,
you are with me anywhere
I don’t need you, I don’t want you,
But It’s not human flesh that haunts you
It’s ghost of eyes, ghosts of thighs,
Ghosts of all our long lost:
All I know is, I am going
Far.