End of the Line | Letters from the Sun | Track 15-15 | 1965

[Verse 1] The tape still rolls, the light is low, We said enough — there’s nowhere to go. The room’s still warm from what we played, The notes still hum but start to fade. [Chorus] End of the line — the sound drifts home, through the static, through the tone. Every song we’ve left behind, still plays somewhere, out of time. [Verse 2] The chairs are turned, the wires hum, The day begins where we came from. We’ll meet again — not sure when, But the record spins until then. [Chorus – Harmonized, Soft Tambourine Enters] End of the line — the sound drifts home, through the static, through the tone. Every word we tried to find, still echoes somewhere, out of time. [Bridge – Gentle Instrumental Break] (Guitar arpeggio, light snare taps, warm Vox organ swell.) “Don’t rewind… just let it play.” (soft laugh from someone in the studio, left in the mix) [Final Chorus + Outro] End of the line — it’s all alright, we’ll send our letters through the night. Every dream in black and white — ends where the light meets the line. (Ends with the faint click of the tape reel stopping. No fade — just stillness.)