Journey To The End Of The East Bay

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, yeah 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 To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end 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 no no premonition could've seen this To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end Matty came from far away From New Orleans into the East Bay He said, "This is a Mecca" I said, "This ain't no Mecca man, this place's f**ked" 3 months go by, he had no home He had no food, he's all alone Matty said, "Fool me once shame on you Didn't fool me twice," He went back to New Orleans To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end