Johnny Whiteny - At the End of the Road There's a Sapphire Pit lyrics

At the end of the road there's a sapphire pit And if you've been good you can throw your bones in it There's a grandfather clock with a shotgun sawed off Shouting orders to the mob: wait your turn now settle down The sky's a skipping record and the airs filled with smoke From mountains of plastic bottles on fire by the road You snarl and you curse the very day you were born And then a piano without a player whistles this song: Oh, hold me tonight! I've got a knife in my throat And I'm afraid to die Oh, love me tonight! If just for a moment As we wait here to die Oh, hold me tonight, tonight, tonight… At the end of the road you've been a pretty decent guy; Paid your taxes, went to church, no piece of a** on the side Is it heaven or hell in the sapphire pit Or just a pile of TVs hissing static for centuries? Then a raven splits the sky and grinds the stars into dust Your skin turns to paper and your shadow starts to rust And you just want to cry for your empty apartment And you hear your wife's whisper mangled up in the wind: Oh, hold me tonight! I've sweated through my dress And my skins turned bone white Oh, hold me tonight! Let's catalogue the seconds Left till we die Oh, hold me tonight, tonight, tonight… You turn to the man waiting in front of you He's got a greasy black beard and a shark bite tattoo His speech slurred and blurred he guzzles black label rum He says "who gives a goddam" with a prosthetic tongue Some f**ing lunatic starts screams and starts to run They drag him by his eyelids to the front of the line The woman behind you hysterically recites The names of all her lovers in the dismal grey light Oh, hold me tonight! I got a bad feeling everything's not gonna be alright Oh, hold me tonight! If just for an hour before the midnight expires Oh, hold me tonight! Like a dream in the distance drifting into dark light Oh, hold me tonight! Our skin knits a quilt to keep us warm through the night And you stand at the edge of the sapphire pit And the grandfather clock sticks his gun into your guts And you peer through the crystals that line the hole's walls Hear the squall of cat calls from the men who've gone before And you plead with the clock "no, you don't understand You'd have done the same thing had you had the life that i had" The trees are whispering the waves weep bitterly Crashing away the seconds as your body falls free