You in the End

Lyricist: Sara Bareilles/Eric Ivan Rosse/Matt Hires     Composer: Sara Bareilles/Eric Ivan Rosse/Matt Hires

This isn't the end
We're just getting started
The road stretches on and on and on
We're moving again
Sun on our skin, and cracks in the pavement
We'll aim for a place we've never been
It's all what we make it, whoa

All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
In the end

Summer to fall
We're wrapped up in blankets
We're wrapped up in everything we fear
It's all what we make it, whoa

All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end

Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive
When nightmares close us in
Heartbeat, take me, away from all the troubles that I see
Oh, it's all what we make it, it's all what we make it, oh

All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
Oh, all I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
Dust in my pockets
And you in the end
In the end