End Game - Ian Anderson

I’m slipping into grey

And I was (in my way) good to you

And you were good for me

Bye bye my love

Going to play the end game

It’s growing kind of still

You know there always will be a dream

Waiting for you when

Sleep comes around

I had to play the end game

Bless us all.

I must say

It was good, you know

Keep me in mind for

A re-match in warm snow

The faces at the door

Couldn’t have looked more lost to see

Me waving as I brush

Away a tear

Gone to play the end game