From a window on the seventh floor
I can hear the traffic pour
To those city lights
From where I stand on this high-rise
I can see in your eyes
They're like satellites
I get lost in the crowd at times
Among pretty girls and pretty lights
And telephones
My empty days and lonely nights
All the while just so tired
Of being alone
So I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
Now people say it's just phase
Like a summer storm or a heatwave
I don't think so, no
Cause in this place friends come and go
Embittered by their women
And the winter snow
I drift among the black suits
And all the girls trying'a look cute
And I wonder why
My head's filled with bitter lies
And why am I so surprised
That I'm letting go
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'll be on that first flight
Out of town tonight
And I won't be looking back
I'll get on that red eye
Thinking that I know why
I lost the fight
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home