Goin' Home

On the hill where Custer was

Making his last stand

With the Indians all around him

And his gun in his hand

Such a wind was blowin' that day

Through the battleground

I could feel it in my hair

As I turned towards downtown

Weavin' through the buildings

Cuttin' though the streets

Slicing through the cultures

Piling on the weeks

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Droppin' in on you, my friend

It's just like old times

Said the fool who signed the paper

To assorted slimes

It's hard to get blood from a stone

But I'll give it a try

To provide your accomodations

And leave you satisfied

You'd think it was easy

To give your life away

To not have to live up to

The promises you made

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home

Elusively she cut the phone

And went from cell to cell

Really looking remarkable

And obviously doing well

She made a turn on a wooden bridge

Into the battleground

With a thousand warriors on the ridge

She tried to turn the radio down

Battle drums were pounding

All around her car

She saw her clothes were changing

Into sky and stars

I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home