Fading fast, I hope I last
There’s more than this parlor trick
To do
At the end of the day
You and I, we’ll be fine
But the party line, is a waste of time
On us
At the end of the day
Like a fighter jet in flames
Caught in a tailspin, headed out of range
Back and forth, we pass the torch
And hope the light
Will be bright
Enough
At the end of the day
Like a fighter jet in flames
Pull the line and we can parachute away
All day long, I hear our song
It’s a distant tune, just like the loon
We heard
At the end of the day
Like a fighter jet in flames
We’ll watch it crash and burn into the distant waves
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
credits
from Nineteen Years EP,
released June 30, 2019
Music/lyrics by: Matthew Saraca
Matthew Saraca: vocals, guitars, pedal steel, harmonica, bass, percussion
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