Homeward Bound

I'm sitting in the railway station
got a ticket for my destination hm
on a tour of one-night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand
and every stop is 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 miusic's playing
   home where my love lies waiting
   silently for me.

Every day's an endless stream
of cigarettes and magazines, hm
and each town looks the same to me
the movies and the factories
and every stranger's face I see
reminds me that I long to be.

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Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend, hm
but all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.

R: silently for me