At The End Of The Day - Blaze Bayley

I made a rod

It was for my own back

At the time I could not see it

But now it is clear

I rattle my brain for words

That I thought I knew as certainly

As my own name

But they are disappeared

What does it mean

Does it mean anything

What does it mean

At the end of the day

What words were they

And how careless and arrogant was I

To think I owned them

Without giving them the respect

Of being born onto a page

Gently by my own pen

Where they would stay

And live again and again and again

What was it for

Was it for anything

What was it for

At the end of the day

What does it mean

Does it mean anything

What does it mean

At the end of the day

You live where you lived

You sit where you sat

Nothing seems to have changed

At the end of the day