Not very often have we met

But the musics been too bad

Can only sense happiness

If the music is sad

So

I'm going home

I must hurry home

Where a life goes on

Were too old to make a mess

Dreams will keep me young

Old enough to stress

Only mirrors tell the time

So

I'm going home

I must hurry home

So will my life go on

Yes

I'm going home

Going home alone

And your life goes on