At the end of the day
At the end of the night
At the end of the week
At the end of my life
At the end of the day
When I call you again
Don't know what I wanna say
You never answer anyway
And if I still can’t breathe at night
And if I stumble my way through the day
And if at the back of my heart
There’s a worn threadbare place
It hardly matters anyway
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
As I continue to pray
On the cold tiles where I lay
That God will please take me away