I see the end
I see the end of time
From the widow’s walk
I feel the undertow
It grows
And my fishin’ pole
Like a willow bends
Toward the blackest hole
See the film
See the black and whites
Circle stationed
Stupid to the tape that rolls
My soul receives another blow
From the flashlight of the city hate line
I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
I see the bad dreams
That you speak about
And all the things you bring to light
Are comin’ down now
Everybody hit the ground
Fear is on the march
And in the lost and found
These are the times
To read between the lines
Yea, my Truck runneth over
False prophet signs
And road blocks
Newspaper cloaks
To wrap the truth
Propagan-acid dropped on the youth
It’s easy to see
Like pulling a tooth
No one in line
In the ballot booth
The Dragon down south
