Going Home

Lyrics: James Rogers Music: James Rogers It's over now. Bless your soul. We all get home like we were nowhere. I touch your skin for the last time. We drift apart, the force unknown. I tried to wait 'til we were old to find the joy in this dimension. I feel regret, it stings inside. If I was gone, don't let it change you. I tried to be of the nature, a segment of love, on a moving plane. It's over now. Bless your soul. I'm going home like I was nowhere. I touch your skin for the last time. We drift apart and I close my eyes.