End Of The Line

I was thinking about you that night

We were down by the river where the bugles blow

I hid myself, nowhere to go

Went down by the river where the bugles blow

I hid myself, nowhere to go

I was thinking about you that night

Now they say good souls, they travel far

But did you take with you your old guitar?

Oh, they say good souls, they travel far

Did you take with your old guitar?

I was thinking about you that night

Well, everyone's trying to make a little work

And everyone's trying to make it first

I was thinking about you that night