Testo 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