Not very often have we met

But the music's 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



We're 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