The End

Lyrics

I don't know the sound of my father's voice.

I don't even know how he says my name.

But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar

In the back of my head 'til it's a worrying machine.

And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born

The leaves burn like effigies of my kin

The trains roll like snakes through the pentecostal pines

Filled up with cotton, and dime store gin.

Oh Jacksonville, how you burden my soul

How you hold all my dreams captive.

Jacksonville, how you play with my mind

Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines

In Jacksonville

The end, the end, the end.

All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night

With the sky full of nothing but moon.

And I lose my reflection in the bottles of wine.

'Til the morning comes down

And I ain't nothing but blue

At the diner in the morning over a plate of eggs

The waitress tries to give me change

And I just say

"Nah, it's cool, just keep it."