With sleepy eyes we made our way across   Where friendship’s found friendship is often lost   With valiant wishes of becoming ends   But there will be no such with you my friend   I’m going home, going home   To be where my water meets my stones   I’m going home, going home   The social traveller journeys on his own   Darkness you can’t see where you’re going now   There never was light in your eyes some how   Who’s to blame when something living is dead?   So many words should have stayed in your head   So many thoughts should not have left your bed   I’m going home, going home   To tend to the lover and the dog   I’m going home, going home   He who yearns to age must firstly grow   That which is your prime you do not know   Boy boy boy boy   I’m going home, going home   To drink from the chalis of another   I’m going home, going home   To mount and feed and groom and ride alone   For he who is myself I do not know