Going home
I love to speak with LeonardHe's a sportsman and a shepherdHe's a lazy bastardLiving in a suit
But he does say what I tell himEven though it isn't welcomeHe will never have the freedomTo refuse
He will speak these words of wisdomLike a sage, a man of visionThough he knows he's really nothingBut the brief elaboration of a tube
Going homeWithout my sorrowGoing homeSometime tomorrowTo where it's betterThan before
Going homeWithout my burdenGoing homeBehind the curtainGoing homeWithout the costumeThat I wore
He wants to write a love songAn anthem of forgivingA manual for living with defeatA cry above the sufferingA sacrifice recoveringBut that isn't what I want him to complete
I want to make him certainThat he doesn't have a burdenThat he doesn't need a vision
That he only has permissionTo do my instant biddingThat is to SAY what I have told himTo repeat
Going homeWithout my sorrowGoing homeSometime tomorrowGoing homeTo where it's betterThan before
Going homeWithout my burdenGoing homeBehind the curtainGoing homeWithout the costumeThat I wore
I love to speak with LeonardHe's a sportsman and a shepherdHe's a lazy bastardLiving in a suit