This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobodys hurting and nobodys lying
They climb into your eye never to die
They say the man, he used to sail on his journey
And laid a trap so much the pilgrims for their money
He placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
He makes his process and his smoked them in a barroom
He could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobodys hurting and nobodys lying
They climb into your eye never to die
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobodys hurting and nobodys crying
They climb into your eye never to die
No ones getting older
Everybodys feeling young
Journeys almost over now
Theres hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
This is the end of time
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
This is the end of our life