Time To Go Home

when all the words have gone to bed
and conversations are truly dead
and one last beer is all I can get
it’s time to go home
in bed when I’m counting sheep
and still can’t go to sleep
and the waters are too deep
to hear the reversing lorry beep
it’s time to go home
at last I realize I am all alone
because this beautiful bird has flown
I’m almost home
I write words to loose my thoughts
let no intent be my friend
I’m almost home