Matt Pond Pa Night's End
the window's down
your hair whipped my face
adjust the sound
those cigarettes
will kill you someday
not today
to reach the river before dark
the only thought was how fast you got in
the night's end
running on the rocks
i'd slip but not care
somehow were soft
there's enough here
no one has to worry
the coast is clear
lighting fires
your eyes rolled back
the day seems like it's too much to pretend
the night's end
nothing beyond the river bend
passed out in fields
the morning light will mend you
the night's end
