Goin’ Home

[Verse 1]
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 blowing that day through the battleground
I could feel it in my hair as I turned towards downtown
Weaving through the buildings, cutting though the streets
Slicing through the culture, piling on the weeks

[Chorus]
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
Dropping in on you, my friend, is 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 accommodations 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

[Chorus]
Goin' homе, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' homе

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Elusively she cut the phone, and went from cell to cell
Really looking remarkable and obviously doing well
Made a turn on a wooden bridge into the battleground
With a thousand warriors on the ridge, she tried to turn her radio down
Battle drums were pounding all around her car
She saw her clothes were changing into sky and stars

[Chorus]
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home