This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains fly into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They fly into your eye never to die...
They say the man he used to sail on his journey
And laid a trap to rob, the pilgrims for their money
He placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
He makes his process and his smoked them in a barrel
He could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains fly into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They fly into your eye never to die...
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains fly into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They fly into your eye never to die...
No one's getting older, everybody's feeling young
Journey's almost over now, there's hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close (this is the end of time)
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close (this is the end of time)