Never Coming Home -

Over this hill there’s happiness

Just around the bend there’s happiness

Oh I wish that it were so

All our precious work is meaningless

In the cold vacuum of time it’s meaningless

And we know that it is so

Searching through these ruins for tenderness

Clutching in the dark for tenderness

But we always come up cold

Behold our slow decline to nothingness

We fight but we are blind to nothingness

Oh we’re never coming home