End Of The Day

Al Stewart - End of the Day



And in the evening when the day goes down

She leaves the bright house lights

Stands and watches with her coat pulled around

At torches light the western skies



Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well

Other times not much at all

They live their lives in some familiar spell

And catch each other when they fall



Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on

When it's gone, you'll be burned

Fashions and friends come and go

Everyone travels that road in their turn



She wants to run out where the day meets the night

Far beyond these midwest farms

But she'll be with him till the day she finds

A stranger lying in her arms