Текст песни Mgmt - Song For Dan Treacy

I'm really unsure about the end, so If someone is willing to help me (cus I'm 
kinda sure it should be something more than  until it ends with an , it 
doesn't sound complete). But the rest should be fine, it at least sounds alright when I play it.

Enjoy!

He spends his time, or maybe half of his time, or part of the time wandering

'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes

with a tear in his eye, as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song

then stops, to paint a picture of a frown, walking around

     x2 

And the fast guitar that's right after that part goes like this:

|-5--5--4--4--3--3--2--2--|

Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?

no rest for the mind, that's seen it all before

and I don't know where he lives, but he's a myth of a man, and Texas Bob the cameraman

is off to fix his sit before the show, yeah but where did he go?

     x2

                A        
to know when your time's up 

you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening

oh oh oh oh oh

                 A        
in the back of the station

fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering

well he speaks his mind, he says "what is crime?"

Dan Treacy's eyes

In the middle of the park, when the underground is dark

he's a poet he's a lark

he starts thinking about a place that no one knows

and when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time

strange lights in the sky

start blinking, I can see the car outside but he's listening

oh oh oh oh, he's listening, oh oh oh, he's listening, ah ah ah

when he's making up his mind

He made his mind up, to get things done and overcome

He made his mind up, yeah he's gonna let it go

he made his mind up, in the park and at the station

he made his mind up, yeah, he's gonna get it done

he made his mind up, ooh yeah he's gonna get it done

he made his mind up

yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh

no matter the time, oh oh

when the creeps run by, oh no

he's making his mind up, oh oh oh oh

yeah he's gonna get it done whoa

oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh

yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,

yeah, when the creeps walk by and say, "come here boy, look me in the eye"

bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy