If this is the end
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
No one I’d rather see the end with
There’s beer in the fridge
In this place that I live
With the love of the woman I live with
Tell god on his throne
To leave us alone
If this is the end
Two dogs and a cat
A little psychopath
I swear she fell down the stairs
Around midnight
I listen to music
I work in the yard
And when the snow comes
I’ll probably go crazy
Or maybe I won’t
Cause I’m taking it slow
Look at how the candles flicker in the window
Look at how the leaves are turning gold out on the trees
Sounds a little corny, a little like John Denver
But the turning of the seasons
Gives me something to believe in