At The End Of The Day
By Tom Chapin

We sprang from a weed in the garden 
All scattered by wind and foam
So hungry for shelter 
We seek out our true love
To pick up the pieces and welcome us home

Through many a storm the wise old sailor
I found myself caught at the wheel
But trusting to fortune and the help of some true friends
We somehow survived the ordeal

At the end of the day
At the end of the year
At the end of the line
I am glad you are here
Blessed is the pilgrim who is able to say
Once I loved you, once you loved me
I still love you at the end of the day

So glad to be here
So glad that you're here
Glad that this years come to an end
We faced our worst fears
We shed some real tears
As the world chased us 'round once again
So reach out a hand to the ones who you love most
And morn for all those gone away
We'll bind up our wounds
Count up our losses
And tomorrow will be a new day

At the end of the day
At the end of the year
At the end of the line
I am glad you are here
Blessed is the pilgrim who is able to say
Once I loved you, once you loved me
I still love you at the end of the day

So reach out a hand to the ones who you love most
Then mourn for all those gone away
We'll count up our losses
We'll bind up our wounds
And tomorrow we'll face a new day

At the end of the day
At the end of the year
At the end of the line
I am glad you are here
Blessed is the pilgrim who is able to say
Once I loved you, once you loved me
I still love you at the end of the day

Once I loved you, once you loved me
I still love you at the end of the day