Well I met a fallen angel in the darkness of my dreams
Flanked by hellish horsemen and ten thousand swiney things
And I tried to join his black ranks of madness and of woe
But his finger pointed homeward and his lips just whispered go
Go, go, go home
Go home
So it was back up to the surface with my sunlight blinded eyes
Where all the sleeping soldiers have been paper paralyzed
And as the dreary fog encompassed my sea sick spinning head
I laid down at my deathbed and remembered what he said
And he said go home
Go home
So I'm round about the heavens now it's borish and it's plain
Everything is too white I start longing for disdain
I wished for crystal towers or a castle of pure snow
But even joy turns sour without a taste of some sorrow
So I'll go, I'll go home
Go home
Wake at the train station one way ticket from the stars
Back to pain, excitement, and the ache of fleshly bars
And staring in their faces I see heaven, I see hell
I see their home is where their heart is or it's locked inside their shell
Go home
Go home