End Of The Line

This is the end of the line
I’ve clearly read every sign
The way you glance at me Indifferently
And you take your hand from mine
This is the end of the line
How can I ever define
How helpless I’ve become
I feel like some discarded valentine
Remember in the beginning
your winning ways excited me and all the while I was certain
that we too had found a love that calms
just to a few.
Now we’ve reached the end of the line
I hope your dreams turn out fine
I’m awfully tired and so I guess I’ll go Although its only nine
But this is the end of the line
The end of the line
The end of the line
I hope your dreams turn out fine
But this is the end of the line