This is the end of the line
I've clearly read every sign
The way you glance at me indifferently
And take your hand from mine

This is the end of the line
How can I ever define
How helpless I've [bad word] 
I feel like some discarded Valentine

Remember in the beginning
Your winning ways excited me
And all the while I was certain that we too
Found a love [bad word] just to a few

Now we've reached the end of the line
I hope your dreams turn out fine
I'm awfully tired and so
I guess I'll go although it's only nine

But this is the end of the line
The end of the line