End of the Day

End of the Day - Al Stewart

And in the evening when the day goes down

She leaves the bright house lights

Stands and watches with her coat pulled around

At torches light the western skies

Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well

Other times not much at all

They live their lives in some familiar spell

And catch each other when they fall

Nothing lasts well she knows try to hang on

When it's gone you'll be burned

Fashions and friends come and go

Everyone travels that road in their turn

She wants to run out where the day meets the night

Far beyond these midwest farms

But she'll be with him till the day she finds

A stranger lying in her arms