Reconcile to the relief Consumed in sacred ground for me There wasn't always a place to go But there was always an urgent need to belong All these bands and All these people All these friends and We were equals but What you gonna do When everybody goes on without you? To the end to the end i'll journey to the end Started in 87 ended in 89 Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime It was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us 4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car not know what was goin' on We got a million years Tourin' out like this hell Fuck no no premonition coulda seen this Adam came from far away From new york now is in LA He said this is a mecca i said this ain't no mecca man, this place's fucked 3 months go by, he had no home he had no food he's all alone Adam said fool me once shame on you didn't fool me twice He went back to new york city