Written by Ruth Hill

It’s true that’s how the story goes
A dance, a kiss, a long stem rose
A touch that makes the shimmer shout
Until the stars all twinkle out
And the end begins

That’s always how the end begins,
A curtain’s drawn, the sun shines in
A trumpet sounds, a choir joins in
Everyone knows what’s happenin’
when the end begins

Blue jays screechin’ from a wild plum tree
Flowers are sacrificed for seeds
Leaves curl their edges underneath
Thorny branches bare their teeth
When the end begins

That’s always how the end begins,
A killing frost and a northern wind
A trumpet sounds and a choir joins in
Everyone knows what’s happenin’
when the end begins

Confetti falls down on our plates
Politicians celebrate
Soldiers who are left to stand
Limp home with medals in their hands
Then the end begins

That’s always how the end begins,
Nightmares come no one ever wins
A trumpet sounds and a choir joins in
Everyone knows what’s happenin’
when the end begins

Bridge:
Time is served in a Dixie cup
The reservoir is drying up
Old ghosts gather around your bed
Memories circle overhead
When the end begins

That’s always how the end begins,
A final prayer to absolve our sins
A trumpet sounds and a choir joins in
Everyone knows what’s happenin’
when the end begins

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