not very often have we meet
　　but the musics being too bad
　　can only sense happiness
　　if the music is sad.
　　so i am going home, i must hurry home,
　　where your life goes one
　　we are too old to make a mess
　　dreams will keep me young
　　old enough to stress
　　only mirrors tell the time.
　　so i am going home,
　　i must hurry home,
　　so will my life go one.
　　yes i am going home,
　　going home alone,
　　and your life goes on.