The End of Something

Horton's Bay was a lumbering town, and much like our own lives it lies to waste and surely turns to dust

I feel we're heading in the wrong direction, my head is spinning so slow, and I don't like what I have become

On the lake everything is easy, but on the shore it's so damn hard just to get my head straight

Now we're lying here and staring at the moon, and I love you but I just can't find the words

Ooh, the end of something

Now let's row the boat ashore, cause nothing here is fun for me anymore

It's the end of a love affair, I'll stay here and you go, let me lie underneath the stars

I smell the sawmill a couple feet away and the sweet fern and the water of the lake

Ooh, the end of something