I Cannot See The End My Friend...

He'd been praying
for a pot of gold
while speeding along
some rainbow-ride
frantically searching
not to mine or to refine
when broken-down he cried
I Cannot See The End
again and again repeated my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

Then he took to the road
freshly paved for some parade
and followed after all the lost
that marched to cadence calls
which directed without direction
until dizzied and drained he decried
I Cannot See The End
again and again repeated my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

On and on like this
he jumped from mean to mean
that he'd justified by some end
but what end I've never known
though I'd often asked or told him
I Cannot See The End
again and again I'd told my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

He'd even had a brush with death
A broad-stroke cloistered experience
involving a blinding light and tunnel
but after he'd revived and recounted it
he recanted the light and sighed
I could not see the end my friend
again and again he said until he'd died
I could not see the end my friend
I could not see the end