Going Home

(Mick Kennedy / Marina Florance)

Drawn to the city
Like a moth to a flame
I was eager for succes
I was so hungry for fame
And the dizzy glare of neon
It bedazzled, masmerised
Like a carpet of jewels
Laid before my very eyes

I'm going home
Going home
Back to the place
Where you're waiting for me
Going home
Going home
'Cos love ain't always
Where you want it to be

Whispered conversations
Held in dark smoky rooms
The lure of false promises
The council of fools
And every new day
Brought another compromise
And the carpet of jewels
Began to fade before my eyes

I'm going home
Going home
Back to the place
Where you're waiting for me
Going home
Going home
'Cos love ain't always
Where you want it to be

Missed opportunities
Countless sleepless nights
The spell began to fade
From all those magic lights
Naver made the connections
As I moved from role to role
The taste is bitter-sweet
But leaves a hunger in the soul

I'm going home
Going home
Back to the place
Where you're waiting for me
Going home
Going home
'Cos love ain't always
Where you want it to be
I'm going home
Going home
Back to the place
Where you're waiting for me
Going home
Going home
'Cos love ain't always
Where you want it to be

Drawn to the city
Like a moth to a flame
I was eager for succes
I was so hungry for fame
And the dizzy glare of neon
It bedazzled, masmerised
Like a carpet of jewels
Laid before my very eyes

I'm going home