Monday In London - End of the Line lyrics

One voice inside to another says "I've got more problems than us both" But that's so sick to call life a problem That has its needs and needs to be solved She thinks it over while her satin black mane Waves perfectly over one eye She sits cross-legged doubled over As if she's clutching a child waiting to die Is it worth it? If you want to find peace At the end of the road I promise I'll be there Her heart has no bearing a weak sense of directions And things take too long to register Listen to regrets, at long last she's released his love And the front door haunts her If you want to find me At the end of the road I promise I'll be there