The End Of The Tunnel

The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
The end of the tunnel's in view
Hair's turned white no teeth of my own
Beginning to shake in my shoes

The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
Not ready to cash in my chips
Got some unfinished business to tend to
Before making that final trip

Sadly we don't know the time or place
So be ready for the final bell
Just hope and pray all that good living
Was enough to keep me from Hell

Shouldn't be scared I've led a good life
But there's always that little doubt
Creeping into our thoughts every night
It'd be nice to have an advanced scout

Don't think I'll write any more of this stuff
This is scaring me half to death
Now there, I've used that word death again
Still kicking till my very last breath

The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my
The end of the tunnel's in view
No turning back now it's much too late
Hope I'm not at the front of the queue!