End of the road he's travelling
Waiting for trains that never ever come
They've all gone
End of the final day
Light fades she moves away
To the north
This will never come again
Living on the line for all those years
Happy but if lonely
Half in sun and half in shade
Twelve stones at the forest edge
Mr Delia is leaving home
All is left to gra** and rust
Gone
Fetch wood for the fire
The last days of summer
He prepares for the end of the line
Sure as the curving Earth
The beat of the second hand
Counts the days down
To the end of the line