I’m sitting In the railway station Got a ticket for my destination. On a tour of on-night stands My suitcase and gitar in hand And ev’ry stop In neatly planned For a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward Bound I wish I was. Homeward Bound. Home, where my thought’s escaping, Home, where my music’s playing, Home, where my love lies waiting Silently for me.
Ev’ry day’s an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, The movies and the factories And ev’ry stranges’s face I see Reminds me that I want to be.
Homeward Bound…
Tonight I’ll sing my songs again I’ll play the game and pretend. But all my words come back to me In shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in hormony I need someone to comforte me.
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