When I was a boy I would sit by the sea And ambitions Sirens would sing to me Songs of a future both noble and grand Now here I stand with my back to the wall Errant in some ways and tired in all Life is what happens while your making plans At the end of a long day's life Oh no, I'm lost and all alone Battered and broken and scarred to the bone Oh love, you've never been a friend But if you're still listening I'm here at the end Of a long day's life Love came to my house and knocked on the door I answered and said "What are you here for? Go away. 'Cause I'm busy looking for truth." At the end of a long day's life Oh no, I'm lost and all alone Battered and broken and scarred to the bone Oh love, you've never been a friend But if you're still listening I'm here at the end Of a long day's life Two nights now I've had this dream Where I'm swimming three miles from shore and I sink down Breathe water in Unafraid It's peaceful here don't rescue me For three nights running now, I've had the most unusual and disturbing dream Where I'm a nineteenth century French painter with a palette and paintbrush And beret and an ill fitting black suit and I'm painting perfectly rectangular white lines on an endless snaking desert highway and people are yelling at me: "You missed a spot." I'm looking for a new love to show me the way To laugh at tomorrow and live today To guide me through these strange and uncertain times At the end of a long day's life