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Oingo Boingo

Home Again

 

Home Again

(album: Boi-ngo - 1987)


Where is she going—ooh, she looks like she's lost
Won't someone help her—somebody, give her a hand
She's got such sweet eyes—look like they've seen too much
Knew someone like her—nobody helped, but she's
Home again...home again...home again

Where are you going—to see a crazy old man
What will he tell you—he'll tell me where I'm going
What will you do then—I might just quit my job
What will you do then—I'm gonna find my way
Home again...home again...home again

Where're we going, where're we going, home again
We're home again, we're home

Where is he going—why does he walk that way?
Sticking his chest out—what is he trying to say?
He's got charisma—but when he's all alone
He curls up in a ball—and wishes that he was
Home again...home again...home again

Where are we going—why do we feel so small?
Alone and helpless—in this big crazy world
Looking for something—that's so hard to describe
But just like children—going along for the
Ride again...ride again...ride again

Where're we going, where're we going, home again
We're home again, we're home

Well, ain't that something—guess I lost my head
Must've took a wrong turn—when I got outta bed
Ended up on the wrong street—wrong side of town
People here are the wrong type—they've got me down

I'm eating the wrong food—drinking the wrong wine
Can't hardly see straight—can't walk the line
Shaking all the wrong hands—making the wrong talk
Stepping on the wrong feet—every time I walk

Where're we going, where're we going, home again
We're home again, we're home

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