What Happens (At the End)

What happens when the song I sing doesn’t seem to mean a

thing

And everything I have to bring is borrowed and rehearsed

What happens when the music ends and I’m too tired to

pretend

That who I am and who I’ve been could ever get along

Now’s the time for letting go

I surrender all - can you hear my call?

When I’m at the end of myself

Is this where you begin when I’m caving in

When I’m at the end of myself

What happens when the motion stops - staring at a broken

clock

When what I am and what I’m not are perfectly reversed