With sleepy eyes we made our way across  Where friendships found friendship is often lost  With valiant wishes of becoming ends  But there will be no such with you my friend  Im going home, going home  To be where my water meets my stones  Im 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  Whos 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  Im going home, going home  To tend to the lover and the dog  Im 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  Im going home, going home  To drink from the chalis of another  Im going home, going home  To mount and feed and groom and ride alone  For he who is myself I do not know