In '68 she's told another baby is coming around
In the spring of '69 they said "your husband's going down"
A summer morning brought a boy then almost 4 years to the day
A birthday celebration threaded with a trip to father's grave
And only two Junes just before, at the end of any week
A seven-year-old son and brother had a heart that wouldn't beat
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
The six still had a mother, though he can't recall her face
That's when the memories looked like neighbors as the Beatles records played
With every window split wide open, every door neglect to close
There was this constant clear commotion from the moment he awoke
And then the older ones would stay while the younger had to leave
Now that a marriage set in motion an extraction from the scene
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Everyone would have their children, some of those would have their own
But no one's ever much for visits or talking on the phone
And when they gathered around their mother in a bed she never made
They got one lasting long reflection
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all
Is this the end of it all