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From the recording End of the Day
End of the Day
Seems my life was but a journey
Never sure of where I’d land
Would the dreams I found be turn key
Or, like castles, built on sand
Until one day I discovered
I’d come back to where I’d been
After all the ground I’d covered
Finally stopped to look within
Oh, I stopped to look within
(And/for/’cause) whatever road you follow
Just keep tryin’ to find your way
Yeah, just hang on ‘til tomorrow
Hoping all will be okay
Come what may
At the end of the day
You can sell your soul for fortune
And cash your compassion in
Bet it all without proportion
When all’s done, what did you win
Do you have someone to turn to
When the demons draw too near
Whom you trust to always be true
Not say what you want to hear
But the things that you must hear
Can you hold your head up high
And with conviction and with care
Look your lover in the eye
And promise you’ll always be there
You can change up where you live
Oh, but no matter your address
How you love and what you give
The only measure of success
The only measure of success
© Richard Eppedio and C.R. Keyser-Posner/Smokesongs Ltd.