Ryan Adams - End lyrics

I don't know the sound of my father's voice I don't even know how he says my name But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar In the back of my head Till its worrying machine And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born The leaves burn like effigies of my kin And the trains run like snakes Through the Pentecostal pines Filled up with cotton and dime store gin Oh Jacksonville, how you burden my soul How you hold all my dreams captive Jacksonville, how you play with my mind How my heart goes bad Suffocating on the pines in Jacksonville The end, the end, the end All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night With a sky full of nothing but moon And I lose my reflection in a bottle of wine Till the morning comes down And I ain't nothing but blue (you) At the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs The waitress tries to give me change, I say "Nah its cool. you just keep it" I read up my news I start thinking about her And I wonder if anybody here besides me Has got any decent secrets Oh Jacksonville, how you burden my soul How you hold all my dreams captive Jackson-Hell, how you play with my mind How my heart goes bad suffocating on the pines In Jacksonville The end, the end, the end