Far End Of The Night (Phillips Grant-Lee)

Buddy some Topeka night When it’s just you and the road Seen no tailights there for miles And nothin’ much but static on the radio Wasn’t lookin’ to the left Wasn’t lookin’ to the right Just kept walking’ like Virginia to the surf Towards the far end of the night Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly Heard my own beloved cry I heard my one beloved moan What’s the use in all the ache we must endure I had no good reason why Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly Not a rail to grasp ahold Nor a savior there beside Juat kept a walkin’ like Virginia to the surf Towards the far end of the night Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly And time hangs like a noose Around me