The End of the World

Turn up that radio
Our kind of rock and roll
My place has lousy reception
But this is how I want to go
And I hope you know
I’m glad we made this connection
Maybe I’ll let you know
Before I grow old
But I don’t know
Feels like the end of the world
But I ain’t seen Manhattan yet
Except on my TV set
But I’ve got a good Imagination
And I could be contented here
It’s as good a place as any other
You’re my only desired destination
Maybe I’ll see it all
Before I grow old
But I don’t know
Might be the end of the world
Baby I’ll just lock us in here
And we can slow dance forever
We’ll pass on in sweet isolation
That way nothing will change in us
Except the lines on our faces
No, we won’t even change the station
Maybe we’ll grow up
Before we grow old
I don’t know
Feels like the end of the world
martina sorbara — vocals/acoustic guitar
dave matheson — acoustic guitar/dobro
jian ghomeshi — percussion/keyboard