end of the road he s travelling waiting for trains that never ever come they ve all gone end of the final day light fades she moves away to the north this will never come again living on the line for all those years half in sun and half in shade mr delia is leaving home gone fetch wood for the fire the last days of summer he prepares for the end of the line sure as the curving earth the beat of the second hand counts the days down to the end of the line 