End of the Line - Epic Hero, John Munson

She Takes the westbound train

Searching for the California Sky

With 8 bucks in her pocket

And a suitcase full of dreams that never die

She breathes real deep and sets her mind

Upon the unknown

She cries so hard when she hears

Seger on the radio

The world’s wide open

Her eyes so bright

I know that you see the trees made of gold

And I’ll see the wonder in your eyes unfold

I know that you will be perfectly blind

When you see your one stop short

Of the end of the line

She breathes into the window

Draws her name and wipes it with her sleeve

She takes just a moment

To Reflect on all the things that made her leave

She laughs while the world is sleeping

Through the night

She throws her arms in the air

Smiles and says «good-bye»

The Worlds wide open

Her eyes so bright

I know that you see the trees made of Gold

And I’ll see the wonder in your eyes unfold

I know that you will be perfectly blind

When you see your one stop short

Of the end of the line

I know that you see the trees made of Gold

And I’ll see the wonder in your eyes unfold

I know that you will be perfectly blind

When you see your world stop short

Of the end of the line