End Of The Day

At the end of the day
At the end of the night
At the end of the week
At the end of my life
At the end of the day
When I call you again
Don't know what I wanna say
You never answer anyway
And if I still can’t breathe at night
And if I stumble my way through the day
And if at the back of my heart
There’s a worn threadbare place
It hardly matters anyway
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
As I continue to pray
On the cold tiles where I lay
That God will please take me away