End Of The Line

Well ı'm walking this lonely street But ı'm far from bein' alone 'Cause everyone ı meet, Has nowhere to call home. So they move onFrom day to day, Just to stand in a line. Well my mother she comes to me And begs me not to fight. For the sake of the family, I have to stay out of sight. So ı move onFrom day to day, Just to stand in a line. On the road again For a job ı never find. People talking... As if we're not their kind. I got a handbill, Says there's work up here. Left my homeland... And paid a price too dear. I've come to the end of the line There's too many men, Despair in their faces... Each one of us hoping to find a life, A home, a dream... Within the line. I ain't helpless --I just need a hand.These are hard times,For every kind of man.I've come to the end of the line There's too many men, Despair in their faces. Each one of us hoping to find A life, a home, a dream A place to be.