Nina Simone — End Of The Line

This is the end of the line I've clearly read every sign The way you glance at me Indifferently And take your hand from mine This is the end of the line How can I ever be fine How helpless I've become I feel like some discarded valentine Remember in the beginning Your winning ways excited me And all the while I was certain That we two found a love that comes just to a few Now We've reached the end of the line I hope your dreams turn out fine I'm awfully tired And so I guess I'll go Although it's only nine But this is the end of the line The end of the line