This is actually a sad song.
It sounds like one of those relationships where your energies just don’t sync up.
They both know it’s over: “I’m gonna miss you,” and “I wish you well,” but one just won’t allow the other to be powerful (the lion), perhaps because the strong, decisive, rather wild one wants to inject new thoughts and ideas into an otherwise rote and established routine.
“No, we won’t let it into the house.”
The wild one is trying to figure out how to make amends, “trying to get back to the start,” but it’s not happening.
In the meantime, the other, perhaps more self-assured one has a direction and can’t be stopped, moving fast along life’s journey.
I’ve been in relationships like this before, which is possibly why my eyes popped out of the socket when I saw the words (oh, well).
But the one who knows what he’s doing is never going to let a lion into the kitchen.
Not the second time, anyway.