Run-

ning

with

the

street

lights.

Laugh-

ing

at

the

grave.

He

swears

he's

gon-

na

give

it

up.

It's

ne-

ver

gon-

na

be

en-

ough.

I

just

wan-

na

be

there,

When

you're

all

a-

lone.

Think-

ing

'bout

a

bet-

ter

day,

When

ya

had

it

in

your

bones.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

I

see

you

in

the

eve-

ning,

Sit-

ting

on

your

throne.

And

pray-

ing

with

the

fi-

re-

ball,

And

post

it

up

a-

gainst

the

wall.

I

just

wan-

na

hold

you,

Take

you

by

your

hand.

And

tell

you

that

you're

good

e-

nough,

And

tell

you

that

it's

gon-

na

be

tough.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

'Cause

I

'ain't

got

a

home.

Run-

ning

from

the

street

lights.

Shin-

ing

on

the

grave.

Once

you've

had

the

good

stuff,

Ne-

ver

gon-

na

fill

you

up.

I

wan-

na

be

the

one

who

Gives

'em

all

the

world.

And

gives

'em

all

a

feel

of

it,

just

a

lit-

tle

taste

of

it.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

This

could

be

the

end.

'Cause

I

ain't

got

a

home.

I'm

out

here

all

a-

lone.

'Cause

I

ain't

got

a

home.

Out

here

all

a-

lone.

Said

I

ain't

got

a

home.

I'll

for-

e-

ver

roam.

No,

I

ain't

got

a

home.

I'll

for-

e-

ver

roam.

I

ain't

got

a

home.