the end can come fast
A crow is calling from the top of a lonesome tree.
It’s got an eternal voice that’s ringing the bell in me.
My path is in the shadows and the cold has moved in.
Tell me sweet momma, on which side of destruction should I begin?
It can take a lifetime to build something.
It can fall away in a second.
Some seconds are like an eternity.
It’s better just to let it.
The end can come fast, it’s better not to ask.
The path is climbing up into the sun.
I can feel your warmth like when time first begun.
I’m through with trying to pretend.
What’s got a start is bound to also have an end.
How long can this love last?
The end can come fast. It’s better not to ask.
The earth is splitting open, there’s smoke everywhere.
When I take hold of my baby, I don’t even care.
Satan is in my doorway, got a game of chance in his hand.
I say, “I’ll play to the death, but I still want to be her man.”
How long can this love last?
The end can come fast. It’s better not to ask.
Calves are resting sleepy, mommas are eating grass.
“Are you pointing to me, honey, I thought you’d never ask?”
Wind is blowing strong, moving in the sun.
Subway is moving fast, Marilyn Monroe is coming undone.
“You know, pretty baby, you are still the one.”
I can’t remember how many times I knocked on your door.
You always smile sweetheart, we both know what we’re here for.
How long can this love last?
The end can come fast, it’s better not to ask.