End Of The Day

I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar

On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar

His voice cut through like a speeding car

Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar

Then he sold everything for a Wall Street wage

A rich man's money is a rich man's cage

Pockets full of gold and a dead man's face

There was life in those eyes, now there's not a trace

How much did it cost you?

How much did you pay?

And are you sorry at the end of the day?

Are you sorry at the end of the day?

She used to be a friend and a wife and a daughter

Now she's walked on everybody like she's walking on water

She'll kiss you on the mouth while she takes what you give her

Better turn the other cheek when she walks away forever

'Cause you're just another rung on the ladder to the top

And once she started climbing, she couldn't ever stop

With her entourage around her, she sits on her throne

But she's the queen of nothing now, she's sitting all alone

How much did it cost you?

How much did you pay?

And are you sorry at the end of the day?

Are you sorry at the end of the day?

And you found out what you wanted

Well it isn't what you need

And you curse this train you're riding

You curse it but you never leave

Well there's a way, there's a way

How much did it cost you?

How much did you pay?

And are you sorry at the end of the day?

Are you sorry at the end of the day?

I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar

On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar

His voice cutting through like a speeding car

Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar

Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar