This song is about a club I used to go to, and about all the crazy peo­ple you could meet there every night. Then I moved to anoth­er city, the club closed, the crazy peo­ple prob­a­bly all died, or moved to anoth­er coun­try, or just found anoth­er club they could go to every night — I do not know.

It goes some­thing like this…

All Gone Home – Lyrics

I took the long way to see you
You took the smile from my face
I took a short cut
Back through the memories
that the hard times couldn’t erase

I was the loneli­est dreamer
I was fear-struck and numb
You brought the bad news
I knew what you’d seen there
The king­dom overcome

They’d all gone home
The wing­less angels with their parachutes
All gone home
The feath­ered idiots that looked so cute
They’d all gone home
My saints and sin­ners, kings and queens
All, all gone
The won­ders I had seen

 

I had a cou­ple more lyrics in my head, like “the mad bat­ter with his hat on fire…”, but they went the same way as many a many many a many thing my brain once con­tained, that’s down the drain.…

Which brings me to anoth­er song that I once heard, or I once wrote, or did I play it with a band? These things tend to be bit mud­dled up these days…