We’ll roll down a winding road just to feel the wind upon our skin. When laughter dies, well hold each other as you cry. When we’re lonely enough well go home.
Take a breath and take it slow. Going home. Going home.
We’re all looking for someone to share our souls and someone to walk awhile through the echoes of our long agos. We’ll go home.
Don’t blink an eye, take the time to cry. Going home. Going home.
For a time I’ll curse myself for things we’d never done. Everyone holds a dream and dreams don’t last. For you dear I’ll whisper your name as you go home. Going home.
Don’t write a poem, not for me, I’m going home. Going home.
And when the night skies twinkle with stars and fire flies there’ll be no more time, but time it doesn’t last. So my dear, build a bridge to the past and make it last cause I’m going home. Going home.
Take one more breath and take it slow. Going home. Going home.
Tomorrow, no tomorrow’s already gone. The presence of time rages on. I can’t, no I can’t say goodbye not this time. I’m going home. Going home.
Going home one last time.