Not very often have we metBut the music's been too badCan only sense happinessif the music is sadSo I'm going homeI must hurry homeWhere a life goes onWe're too old to make a messDreams will keep me youngOld enough to stressOnly mirrors tell the timeSo I'm going homeI must hurry homeSo will my life go onYes I'm going homeGoing home aloneAnd your life goes onSo I'm going homeI must hurry homeSo will my life go onYes I'm going homeGoing home aloneAnd your life goes on