End Of The Day

I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar His voice cut through like a speeding car Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar Then he sold everything for a Wall Street wage A rich man's money is a rich man's cage Pockets full of gold and a dead man's face There was life in those eyes, now there's not a trace [Chorus] How much did it cost you How much did you pay And are you sorry at the end of the day Are you sorry at the end of the day She used to be a friend and a wife and a daughter Now she's walked on everybody like she's walking on water She'll kiss you on the mouth while she takes what you give her Better turn the other cheek when she walks away forever 'Cause you're just another rung on the ladder to the top And once she started climbing she couldn't ever stop With her entourage around her she sits on her throne But she's the queen of nothing now, she's sitting all alone [Chorus] And you found out what you wanted Well it isn't what you need And you curse this train you're riding You curse it but you never leave Well there's a way, there's a way [Chorus] I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar His voice cutting through like a speeding car Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar --- End of the Day - Lucy Kaplansky