The End of the Tunnel
The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
The end of the tunnel's in view
Hair's turned white no teeth of my own
Beginning to shake in my shoes
The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
Not ready to cash in my chips
Got some unfinished business to tend to
Afore making that final trip
Sadly we don't know the time or place
So be ready for the final bell
Just hope and pray all that good living
Was enough to keep you from Hell
Shouldn't be scared you've led a good life
But there's always that little doubt
Creeping into your thoughts every night
What would be nice is an advanced scout
Don't think I'll write anymore of this stuff
This is scaring me half to death
Now there I've used that word death again
Still kicking till my very last breath
The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
The end of the tunnel's in view
There's no turning back it's much too late
Hope I'm not at the front of the queue!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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