The reason of the last great revolutionary mind
Crawls under the rug
It's chaos left behind
And the emptiness is always passed
From one hand to the other

So i guess we're all on this one way or another
There are 800 yellow lines from here to a better pain
I'm watching the world go by
From the bar car on the peace train
And the love generation's got tickets for the catskills
And no one has realized that the damn thing's standing still

I have brought my camera so I can capture the scenery
And the looks on our faces when it falls into infinity
I am waiting for the dark outside to masquerade as day
And I am waitting for her eyes of fire to make it go away and

I have never been and never seen the sun go down that way (x3)
And I have never been and never seen the sun go down that way
And here we go. . .

And aren't you glad all the sudden you're free?
I always knew that one day it would eventually hit me.
And I always knew that in the end it was us we'd never own
so everyone (x3)
welcome home (x3)

The dream pushes on through the out and into the driving rain
The band plays on even though the song will never change
And the words are like suicide
They happen fast and weep in vain
And the wind cries
Maybe or maybe not it's all the same

The last great poetic genius of our time
Probably died of starvation
Begging for a
Begging for a
Dive back into the silence of your little world
The silence of your little life
The silence of our last goodbye
Aren't you glad all the sudden you're afraid?
As if everything you'll ever do will never clean up the mess we made
I am waiting for the light outside to masqurade as night
I am waiting for her broken arms to make everything all right

And I have never been and never seen the sun come up that way
I have never been and never seen the sun come up that way (x3)
And aren't you glad all the sudden that you're free?
I always knew that one day it would eventually hit me
And I always knew that in the end it was us we'd never own
So everyone everyone everyone
Welcome Home (x3)