To go home

Hope it be my mind won't slip Sailing on a sinking ship Into the sunset and back Dark night on a long highway Little lights in the houses say There's somebody's staying up late Oh I'll be true to you...

Be the punching bag, A human punching bag. But he fancies himself a fighter, A radiant delighter, to see and to hear. But he's a punching bag, A human punching bag. Can you believe what he sees in the...

Maybe later on it'll be quiet Maybe later on it'll be cool Maybe later on When everyone is gone We can tell it like it is to each other Idiot wind blowing in through the front door Idiot wind blowing...