Copyright 2003, Joel Morgan
   
     
The bitter end,
is when you stop at the door
and you never walk in again

And who knows when,
the regrets disappear?
I suppose it’s a hole to fill

In the way and out of time
I’ll resist the temptation to send
one more line.

Chorus:

All my words
couldn’t turn you around,
instead they turned you away,
though that was the last thing
I’d ever intended

And what can I say?
If I could I’d erase all the lines
and all the wasted time
and clean up the mess I made
with All My Words

What a scene,
when we’re chasing the end
and we never find a way to win

In between
it’s the furious race
that continues to hem us

In the way and out of time
I’ll resist the temptation to send
one more line.

(chorus)

(solo)


Bridge:
And those brainless cats
that dragged you down,
you say you sent ‘em all away but one,
so what does that say about me if I stay?

(chorus)