When i was a boy i would sit by the sea And ambitions sirens would sing to me Songs of a future both noble and grand Now here i stand with my back to the wall Errant in some ways and tired in all Life is what happens while your making plans At the end of a long day's life Oh no, i'm lost and all alone Battered and broken and scarred to the bone Oh love, you've never been a friend But if you're still listening i'm here at the end Of a long day's life Love came to my house and knocked on the door I answered and said “what are you here for? Go away. ‘cause i'm busy looking for truth.” At the end of a long day's life Oh no, i'm lost and all alone Battered and broken and scarred to the bone Oh love, you've never been a friend But if you're still listening i'm here at the end Of a long day's life Two nights now i've had this dream Where i'm swimming three miles from shore and i sink down Breathe water in Unafraid It's peaceful here don't rescue me For three nights running now, i've had the most unusual and disturbing dream Where i'm a nineteenth century french painter with a palette and paintbrush And beret and an ill fitting black suit and i'm painting perfectly rectangular white lines on an endless snaking desert highway and people are yelling at me: “you missed a spot.” I'm looking for a new love to show me the way To laugh at tomorrow and live today To guide me through these strange and uncertain times At the end of a long day's life