Walk outside your house you could be a sitting duck
Man serves you with papers and says real nice good luck
In your car and here comes a deer flyin' cross the road
Or a man pulls up beside you and does what he's been told
Is this it, is this the end

Is this my time, is this the end of the line

Is this it, I think I'm through

The joke's on me no more existential ennui



Walking in a field something falls from the sky

Walking up a hill you slip on a rock and slide

Then again it could be you going far today

Somebody had special plans and you were in the way



Is this it, is this the end

Is this my time, is this the end of the line

Is this it, I think I'm through

The joke's on me no more existential ennui



This fragile edifice you've built just came crashing down

What seemed indestructible was razed without a sound

You think how blind was I? You thought you could control it all

Then the cane came, the waters rose up over the flood wall



Is this it, is this the end

Is this my time, is this the end of the line

Is this it, is that all there is

Is this my demise, part of some grand design



Puttin' on my tux to dine with my wife and our friend Phil

We're feeling so smug and blessed in our mansion on the hill

Afterwards I look down, I see my arms are turning green

The TV is telling me there's been a large chemical spill



Is this it, is this the end

Is this my time, all part of some grand design

Is this it, well I think I'm through

The joke's on me, no more existential ennui



It's a cosmic joke

And the joke's on me

No existential ennui