The End Of Wishful Thinking

Just outside of Baltimore, north on 95
Headed for New England trying not to close my eyes
I could pull right over and give myself a rest
But sleep's just one more stranger that I've added to my list

And it's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me what forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking

I've become some kind of vagabond I can not stay at home
It's hard to be with people and it' hard to be alone
So I just keep on drivin', searching for a clue
But I know I'll never find you no matter what I do

And it's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me what forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking...

Yesterday when I was leaving Tennessee
The sweetest little red bird came to say goodbye to me
And oh it made me smile for maybe it is true
That the end of wishful thinking will lead me back to you

And it's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking...