Going Home

I love to speak with Leonard

He's a sportsman and a shepherd

He's a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him

Even though it isn't welcome

He just doesn’t have the freedom

To refuse

He will speak these words of wisdom

Like a sage, a man of vision

Though he knows he's really nothing

But the brief elaboration of a tube

Going home Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home To where it's better

Than before

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

He wants to write a love song

An anthem of forgiving

A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering

A sacrifice recovering

But that isn't what I want him to complete

I want to make him certain

That he doesn't have a burden

That he doesn't need a vision

That he only has permission

To do my instant bidding

That is to SAY what I have told him

To repeat

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home

To where it's better

Than before

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

To where it's better

Than before

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

I love to speak with Leonard

He's a sportsman and a shepherd

He's a lazy bastard

Living in a suit