The End of Wishful Thinking
Cindy Bullens

Just outside of Baltimore
North on 95
Headed for New England
Trying not to close my eyes

I could pull right over
And give myself a rest
But sleep’s just one more stranger
That I’ve added to my list

And it’s too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines

And I guess it’s finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is gonna bring you back to me
And it’s the end of wishful thinking

I’ve become some kind of vagabond
I cannot stay at home
It’s hard to be with people
And it’s hard to be alone

So I just keep on driving
Searching for a clue
But I know I’ll never find you
No matter what I do

And it’s too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines

And I guess it’s finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is gonna bring you back to me
And it’s the end of wishful thinking
It’s the end of wishful thinking

Yesterday when I
Was leaving Tennessee
The sweetest little red bird came
To say goodbye to me

And oh it made me smile
For maybe it is true
That the end of wishful thinking
Will lead me back to you

And it’s too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines

And I guess it’s finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is gonna bring you back to me
And it’s the end of wishful thinking
It’s the end of wishful thinking
It’s the end of wishful thinking