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