Going Home 

I drive down the city street 

I'm a cop working my beat 

Outside I hear the city groan 

Outside evil is known 

 

I'm watching all around 

Trying to hear the faintest sound 

You can run from me 

But you won't get far, I guarantee 

 

Feet on the ground 

Evil all around 

They call it adrenalin 

But I know I will win 

 

When the day is done 

And the battle is won 

I may be battered 

But going home is what mattered..