Ain’t Goin Home

Well, Look at the boy, the world is his toy
Look at the way he wanders
He's spending his whole evening fishing

He's out in the fields, the daylight yields
He's dancing on it's darkest borders
Way across the fields, somebody's calling

He's feeling so fine, he's got time on his line
He ain't waiting for nothing
He's casting his line in the moonlight
His fishpole just shook, he's got the moon by the hook
And starting to reel it in
Way across the fields, somebody's calling

I ain't goin home
Ain't goin home no more
I'd rather stay by this windy shore
At least there's something moving
I ain't goin home
Ain't goin home no more
I'd rather lie by the moon's back door
Stare out where the stars are falling

Now look at the man, he's got tied to his hand
A runaway planet or two
He spent his whole lifetime fishing
I'm sure you'll find he's out of his mind
He ain't much different then you
Way across the fields, somebody's calling

I ain't goin home
Ain't goin home no more
I'd rather stay by this windy shore
At least there's something moving
I ain't goin home
Ain't goin home no more
I'd rather lie by the moon's back door
Stare out where the stars are falling