I'm afraid of got nothing to show for the years
So many doubts and a collection of fears
But my heart won't let go of the hope
That it's working for good
I've decided to change myself so many times
All my efforts like the antics of pitiful mimes
And the distance seems greater sometimes
For the places I've stood
There's death anchored deep in my soul
But still I hesitate to let You take control
Take me to the end of the world
I just want to be free, yeah
Take me to the end of the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take me to the end of the world
I really want to be free, ooh...
Take me to the end of the world in me
The world's not a place: it's the state of a man
When he relies on his senses to understand
For the scientist or lawyer, that's fine
But it won't feed your heart
Who is the loser
Of the games that we play
When man clings to things
That are passing away?
Take me to the end of the world
I just want to be free, yeah
Take me to the end of the world
To the end of the world in me, oh, yeah
Take me to the end of the world
I really want to be free, ooh...
Take me to the end of the world in me
Who is the loser
Of the games that we play
When a man clings to things
That are passing away?
Take me to the end of the world
I just want to be free, yeah
Take me to the end of the world in me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take me to the end of the world
I really want to be free, ooh...
Take me to the end of the world in me, yeah
Take Me to the End was written by Mike Schmitz.
Take Me to the End was produced by George Atwell & Michael Atwell & Greg X. Volz.