She's walking 'round in emptiness

She's looking for the good

She left in her prom dress

She can't take back all her regrets

Her only hope is what she did

She'll soon forget

This must be the end of the line



The skies blur

My drug friend

Sometimes you can't avoid the lonesome, bitter end

She breathing in some nicotine

And when she's down she'll drown this town in kerosene



This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line



The ganja boys

The locker there

Maybe the truth is just too much for your to bear

You can't avoid a compromise

Maybe this is just a reflection of what's on your mind



This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line



Even after all this time, we're still making it fine

Even after all this time, we're still making it fine

Even after all this time, we're still making it fine



This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line

She's walking 'round in emptiness

She's looking for the good

She left in her prom dress