This is the end of the line
I've clearly read every sign
The way you glance at me
Indifferently
And you take your hand from mine

This is the end of the line
How can I ever define
How helpless I've become
I feel like some discarded valentine

Remember in the beginning
your winning ways excited me
and all the while I was certain
that we too had found a love that calms
just to a few.

Now we've reached the end of the line
I hope your dreams turn out fine
I'm awfully tired and so I guess I'll go
Although its only nine

But this is the end of the line
The end of the line
The end of the line

I hope your dreams turn out fine
But this is the end of the line