Frank Black and the Catholics Follow

At the end of miles

You stare out at the ocean

Mountains at your back you think you've tamed

At the end of miles you hope

You'll soon be back in motion

But you're never going back from where you came

A little peace at last

Yes I thought that I would stay just for a while

Now a shadow cast

Is all what's left of this wanderer's profile

But still I have survived

And I know I have arrived

Here at the end of miles

I lost it all back east

I sold my El Dorado

A stranger helped when I was thirstiest

For some the end of miles

Is Denver Colorado

But something always kept me moving west

I'm lately out of reach

In towns along the California shore

I'm leathery and bleached

I'm lost and I am lonesome to the core

I've got nowhere left to go

But I'm satisfied to know

There'll be miles never more