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