Woorden: Sophie Zelmani. Going Home.

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