At the end of a long goodbye is an unmarked spot where illusion dies,
Last rites for the pack of lies I relied on,
Here I am at a turn in the road, walking away from the things I know,
With a piece of a map in a secret code, half believing, half believing.

This is where my future lies: at the end of a long goodbye,
Shadowed by my questions why at the end of a long goodbye,
Hope remains a sweet surprise at the end of a long goodbye.

This might be the start of something real,
Survives on the truth, not the way I feel,
Leaving the crumbs I mistook for a meal to feed the birds, feed the birds.

This is where my future lies: at the end of a long goodbye,
Shadowed by my questions why at the end of a long goodbye,
Hope remains a sweet surprise at the end of a long goodbye.

Hey, this is where my future lies: at the end of a long goodbye,
Shadowed by my questions why at the end of a long goodbye,
Hope remains a sweet surprise at the end, (of a long)
At the end, (at the end of a long)
At the end of a long goodbye.

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh.

At the end, at the end,
At the end of a long goodbye,
At the end, at the end,
At the end of a long goodbye, yeah.