Going Home

We're a star upon a star In a moonbeam, in a car Flashing in the back of a nightclub As the P.A. bashes noise into our brains A seedy, sticky mess Where nothing is everything Everything is nothing Dreams are flashing And flailing, and dying And I find a release But we're just going home We're just going home We're just going home The final capitulation Of a population heading to retirement Of mind and body To a better place Past those moonbeams Past the stars Past it all, but anyway This has all just been a day This has all just been But we're just going home We're just going home We're just going I'm going to bed