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
