I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman an 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 the brief elaboration of a tube

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 to make him certain
That he doesn’t have a burden
That he doesn’t need a vision

That 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

(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