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