Here I am, standing firm As the ground shakes beneath meI send you away with my own hand I try and try to rememberThat for now it's for the better But there's a southern kind of tragic blowing inOh, it feels like the beginning of the endWell, the Alabama moon fell from the sky In the sweet T. Wells red drySomewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of timeI'm scared to death, pick up your phone outsideI hear the bells ringing, bringing ruin to allThat we have ever knownPick up your phone, I need an answer Come home and call off disasterCause I fear tonight I caught it, let my fallOh, I'm cracking like the plaster on the wallOh, the Alabama moon fell from the skyIn the sweet T. Wells red drySomewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of timeIt's the end of timeIt's the end of timeIt's the end of timeIt's the end of timeI won't just stay here, I'm mineWell, I love the cotton, it died in the fieldsThe little babies cried the blue from their eyesSomewhere out there, you're living in the momentSo come home before the endThe Alabama moon fell from the skyIn the sweet T. Wells red drySomewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of timeHey, yeah, yeah, yeahCome home, come home and be mineCome home and come homeOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh