6 Am and at it again,
It's over.
A lonely outside is rolling by,
It's over.
A car in the snow loses control,
It's over.

Bruise up blue,
Come right through.
Welcome to another end.

We know that you know the finishing blow,
It's over. A lineup of lights is firing the ike,
It's over.
The point in time when everything dies,
It's over.
Nothing is wrong,
We're getting along,
It's over.

So bruise up blue,
Come right through,
Welcome to another end.

An open door,
A note on the floor,
It's over.
The loneliest night is taking flight,
It's over.
Waving in grief,
Watching it leave,
It's over.
Up off the groud,
The city is out,
It's over.

Nothing is wrong,
We're getting along,
It's over.