To Go Home

Dark night on a long highway
Little lights in a house that say somebody’s staying up late
I’ll be true to you, oh yeah, you know I will
I’ll be true to you forever or until … I go home
If I ever treated you mean you know that it was only because I was sorry I
couldn’t have you for my own
I guess it’s sort of funny now
Sort of like a plastic bunny; imagination all twisted with the past
I have a deep respect for you, usually reserved for the dead
Hanging on every word that you said
It’s nice to have a friend like you
Even though you’re not around, you’re closer to me than most
Kids can say the darndest things
Hollow hopes and golden dreams leave everything empty in the end