Lyrics

The whistle's blowin' far, far away It's midnight in the middle of the day On empty streets the blank-eyed zombies stroll Singin' low in ragtime jelly roll Lookin' for a place they'll never find Down at the end of the line The skeleton cab driver nods his head He don't hear a single word you said A hula girl is dancin' on the dash The tape deck's playin' unplugged Johnny Cash And he can't read the twisted rusty signs Down at the end of the line Down at Tombstone City you can't fail They're puttin' on their year-end blow-out sale And don't forget your lifetime guarantee That's over when you walk in off the street You're makin' payments until the end of time Down at the end of the line They're closin' up at Blackie's Bar and Grill Outside the wolves are howlin' on the hill It's ten below and your pickup truck won't start You stumble down the road into the dark Where hungry eyes are watchin' from the pines Down at the end of the line