September 14, 1999 



"Go Home" 



In the past, it was me and him, no one else. 

Riding  dusty trails and forbidden streets. 

Go like the wind, howl at the moon, shout  and scream. 

We were a wild pair, exactly were we. 



But the sun overhead has withered  the seat. 

And made a strong young man, old and weak. 

And the weather never changes  again. 

So the old boy has nowhere to run. 



	Go home my friend, it's been your last  day. 
	
	Go home and fade to the night. 

	Go home my friend, the band's been paid. 

	Go  home my friend, it's been a long ride.

 

by Fuel

Go home