This band, sneaky sunk into me good, a long time ago; and every once in a while, when the moon is just right, and the mood the same, the music bubbles to the surface, and my joy and wonder is refreshed. Damn they were creative and complicated and GOOD.

“Where is she going—ooh, she looks like she’s lost
Won’t someone help her—somebody, give her a hand
She’s got such sweet eyes—look like they’ve seen too much
Knew someone like her—nobody helped, but she’s
Home again…home again…home again

Where are you going—to see a crazy old man
What will he tell you—he’ll tell me where I’m going
What will you do then—I might just quit my job
What will you do then—I’m gonna find my way
Home again…home again…home again

Where’re we going, where’re we going, home again
We’re home again, we’re home

Where is he going—why does he walk that way?
Sticking his chest out—what is he trying to say?
He’s got charisma—but when he’s all alone
He curls up in a ball—and wishes that he was
Home again…home again…home again

Where are we going—why do we feel so small?
Alone and helpless—in this big crazy world
Looking for something—that’s so hard to describe
But just like children—going along for the
Ride again…ride again…ride again

Where’re we going, where’re we going, home again
We’re home again, we’re home

Well, ain’t that something—guess I lost my head
Must’ve took a wrong turn—when I got outta bed
Ended up on the wrong street—wrong side of town
People here are the wrong type—they’ve got me down

I’m eating the wrong food—drinkin’ the wrong wine
Can’t hardly see straight—can’t walk the line
Shakin’ all the wrong hands—makin’ the wrong talk
Steppin’ on the wrong feet—every time I walk

Where’re we going, where’re we going, home again
We’re home again, we’re home”

Writer(s): Danny Elfman

A little more on Elfman? HERE.