Time, you cannot understand;
The crimes, that I’ve been forced to bare.
Soul, the soul I’ve been working with;
Has spent too far alone amongst the pines.
Time to bring it back home.
Life, you cannot disagree;
You hide, a hiding to nothing free.
Heads, two are just more than one;
Maybe they’re just nasty, brutish minds.
Time to bring it back home.
Home, I’m back home
Home, I’m back home
Home, I’m back home
and I’m over the moon…
Heart, it used to bare my command
The fates, that I’ve been forced to bare.
Hook, Hook or by crook we go;
With far too many cooks to save your mind.
Time to bring it back home.
Home, I’m back home
Home, I’m back home
Home, I’m back home
and I’m over the moon…