That road has ended, it seems, and so many new ones lie before us.

Two men stood at the edge of the field where the road ended and watched them.

After ten minutes or so, the road ended on the banks of a river.

The main road ended at the gate to the old city.

The road ends here, regardless of where you are coming from.

They had been on foot, then; the road ended at the lake.

The road ends as a dead end at a beach.

Where the road ends there's a car park, restaurant and small art museum.

But if the road ends thus, the beginning may be of more interest.

But the road leading to democracy and peace in Iraq does not end with elections.