He had three whole dollars, a worn out car
And a wife who was leaving for good
Life's made of trouble, worry, pain and [bad word] She wrote goodbye in the dust on the hood
They found a map of Missouri, lipstick on the glass
They must of left in the middle of the night

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

Behind a smoke coloured curtain the girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake
tree born crooked will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake
Long lost letter and a old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep

And I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?

The barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and [bad word] [bad word] the rye
But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

Drag your wagon and your plough over the bones of the dead
Out amoung the roses and the weeds
You can never go back and the answer is no
And wishing for it only makes it bleed

Joel Tornabene was broken on the wheel
Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lamb
The grain was as gold as Shelia's hair
All the way from Liverpool with all we could steal
He was robbed of twenty dollars, his body found stripped
Cast into the harbour there and drowned

And I want to know the same thing
We all want to know
How's it going to end?

The sirens are snaking their way up the hill
It's last call somewhere in the world
The reptiles blend in with the colour of the street
Life is sweet at the edge of a razor
And down in the first row of an old picture show
The old man is asleep as the credits start to roll

I want to know the same thing
We all want to know
How's it going to end?

I want to know the same thing
We all want to know
How's it going to end?

And I just want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?