How's It Going To End?
The barn leaned over
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree
On the hill
There’s a killer and he’s coming
Through the rye
But maybe he’s the Father
Of that lost little girl
It’s hard to tell in this light
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How’s it going to end?
From “How’s It Gonna End” by Tom Waits
And that, my friends, is why we write. Isn’t it? I’m dialing back my social media ramblings for Dec. so that I can find out the answer. Enjoy!