Letra de Going Home (Live in Dublin)
I love to speak with Leonard He's a sportsman and a shepherd He's a lazy bastard Living in a suitBut he does say what I tell him Even though it isn't welcome He just doesn't have the freedom To refuseHe will speak these words of wisdom Like a sage, a man of vision Though he knows he's really nothing But the brief elaboration of a tubeGoing home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it's better Than beforeGoing home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without the costume That I woreHe wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living with defeatA cry above the suffering A sacrifice recovering But that isn't what I need him To completeI want him to be certain That he doesn't have a burden That he doesn't need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding Which is to say what I have told him To repeatGoing home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it's better Than beforeGoing home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without this costume That I woreGoing home Without the sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it's better Than beforeGoing home Without the burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without this costume That I woreI love to speak with Leonard He's a sportsman and a shepherd He's a lazy bastard Living in a suit