As the night fallsnInto madnessnI forget that you’re not homennAnd I quiet all the noise downnAnd I drink to you alonennAlmost feels like homenHomennIn the sweetest of declineSnI layout a graceful fallnAcross the clearingnTo the old housenI forget that we’re not homenAnd I feel so alonenOhhhhnnAll the thingsnNever saidnWhisperingnFor regretnnYou’ve become quitena shadownDisappear when I turn ‘roundnnI’ll still see younI’ll still be younIn twenty years from nownAnd everyone is homenOhhhhhh