Going Home
Home is where the heart is, or so the people say,
I feel my blood pulse through my veins, my heart feels miles away.
I do not wish to share your bed, nor wish to go away.
I do not wish to leave you though I know I cannot stay.
Headlights shine before me down a long and empty road.
The empty seat beside me has become a heavy load,
an empty space inside me that’s as lonesome as the road,
and I guess I must admit I’m going home.
The night has come, and much too quick, it’s time that I move on.
Before I go, before I leave, sing me one more song.
Tell me one more story, let us greet the dawn,
For just tonight, ignore that what we want to do is wrong.
Headlights shine before me down a long and empty road.
The empty seat beside me has become a heavy load,
an empty space inside me that’s as lonesome as the road,
and I guess I must admit I’m going home.
I can not stay with you, so I dive this road towards home,
the apartment that will great me will be silent as a stone;
a place filled with treasured goods, a place I do not own,
a place that mocks me, tells me nightly I’m living quite alone.
So headlights shine before me down a long and empty road.
in the silence of my car, I dream of lightening my load,
of someone sitting next to me, as we gaily share the road,
I dream a dream of really going home.
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