Walk outside your house you could be a sitting duck Man serves you with papers and says real nice good luck In your car and here comes a deer flyin' cross the road Or a man pulls up beside you and does what he's been told
Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, I think I'm through The joke's on me no more existential ennui
Walking in a field something falls from the sky Walking up a hill you slip on a rock and slide Then again it could be you going far today Somebody had special plans and you were in the way
Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, I think I'm through The joke's on me no more existential ennui
This fragile edifice you've built just came crashing down What seemed indestructible was razed without a sound You think how blind was I? You thought you could control it all Then the cane came, the waters rose up over the flood wall
Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, is that all there is Is this my demise, part of some grand design
Puttin' on my tux to dine with my wife and our friend Phil We're feeling so smug and blessed in our mansion on the hill Afterwards I look down, I see my arms are turning green The TV is telling me there's been a large chemical spill
Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, all part of some grand design Is this it, well I think I'm through The joke's on me, no more existential ennui
It's a cosmic joke And the joke's on me No existential ennuiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
