Mark Strand - The End lyrics

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like When he's held by the sea's roar, motionless, there at the end, Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he'll never go back. When the time has pa**ed to prune the rose or caress the cat, When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down No longer appear, not every man knows what he'll discover instead. When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight, Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.