… at the end of it all As we diverge one by one From the final curtain call There’s a trail of memories That follows closely I could almost call it home
At the end of it all As we diverge one by one From the final curtain call There’s a trail of memories That follows closely I could almost call it home
All that was And ever will be Cut down in two Forever in bloom
Waiting for the call That’ll take me back As idle hands linger For something to do
All that was And ever will be Cut down in two Forever in bloom
All that was And ever will be Cut down in two Forever in bloom