Going Home

I love to speak with Leonard

He's a sportsman and a shepherd

He's a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him

Even though it isn't welcome

He just doesn't have the freedom to refuse

He will speak these words of wisdom

Like a sage, a man of vision

Though he knows he's really nothing

But a brief elaboration of a tune

Going home without my sorrow

Going home sometime tomorrow

Going home to where it's better than before

Going home without my burden

Going home behind the curtain

Going home without the costume that I wore

He wants to write a love song

An anthem of forgiving

A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering

A sacrifice recovering

But that isn't what I need him to complete

I 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 repeat

Going home without my sorrow

Going home sometime tomorrow

Going home to where it's better than before

Going home without my burden

Going home behind the curtain

Going home without this costume that I wore

I'm going home without my sorrow

Going home sometime tomorrow

Going home to where it's better than before

Going home without my burden

Going home behind the curtain

Going home without this costume that I wore

I love to speak with Leonard

He's a sportsman and a shepherd

He's a lazy bastard living in a suit