Paroles de Going Home

Bitter hearts from bitter ends
Crooked limps from crooked mends
The sun stopped shining
I’m going home

Easy come, easy go
The more I learn, the less I know
My ears stopped ringing
I’m going home

The hole I’ve worn inside my shoe
Is where my soul is slipping through
The sidewalk ended
I’m going home

When I left I had a choice
Lose my mind or lose my voice
The voice stopped singing
I’m going home

I met love, Love met me
And we agreed to disagree
The rain stopped falling
I’m going home

I’ve walked through deserts, I’m going home.