The end of the line 
A calamity at first sight 
Now the man in me don't walk right 
Just like a pebble in my shoe 
But you were a wanderer; 
And a competent one at that 
So it caught me by surprise this venerability 
That I never thought I had 
But you tried so hard to say oh 
everything you wanted to 
But with an aching tongue- 
Oh you spat out at the world now not of words 
but at the pearl that had belonged to her 
So I went back to the country 
where the air was mild and sweet 
I was in need of some reprieve and intermission 
Oh to gather up my things and to get back upon my feet 
But I cant say I've got the answers 
For it's always shades of grey  
But there's a warmth in the air in mid-September  
And its enough across my face just to  
Remind me that I'm well upon my way 
And I feel the ease 
Man I feel it tingle in my toes 
How funny are the way that these memories do grow 
Into some old french film in black and white 
And I know the ropes 
Because you see I've said goodbye to some lovers 
Fleshed out and tied to each other 
By that invisible string it tangles me 
And when that morning came up fast well it 
Broke the fever square upon its back 
and finally I felt just like I should 
oh the blood under my fingers warmed 
the clearing of two month storm now done... 
So I went back to the country 
where the air's now bitter sweet 
as subtle is the change of my indifference  
Oh but strange is how this solitude  
can beat a man complete 
and I can't wait 'till the morning; 
be it sunshine, hail or snow  
see I do not believe in superstition  
But somewhere amongst this mess 
I may have found some happiness to call my own 
Oh and time is a healer 
time is a friend of mine 
in time if you feel it 
would you be a friend of mine 
oh I hope you're a friend of mine