Nightclubbing Emptiness

Nightclubbing emptiness
It’s big it’s bad it’s some kind of loneliness
I want to go home.
My heart has sunk like a stone but my feet keep moving
I want to go home.

In the morning it’ll be alright. In the morning light.

Nightclubbing oh what a rush.
Raise your hands in the air you can be one with us.
I can’t feel my own face but I think that I’m smiling back at you.
I want to home.
Is that an angel coming over here to comfort me?
Some kind of God sent intimacy. Lift me up and guide me home