Thanks to e@arix.com for correcting these lyrics.



It is complete now-two ends of time

are neatly tied

a one-way street, she's walking to the

end of the line

and there she meets the faces she sees in

her heart and mind



They say-goodbye-tomorrow Wendy's

going to die

underneath the chilly gray November sky

we can make believe

that Kennedy is still alive

we're shooting for the moon and smiling

Jackie's driving by



They say-good try-

tomorrow Wendy's going to die

I told the priest-don't count on

any second coming.

God got his ass kicked the first time He

came down here slumming

He had the balls to come, the Gall to die

and then forgive us-

no, I don't wonder why

I wonder what he thought

it would get us-hey hey, good try-

tomorrow Wendy's going to die