Thank You, Paul Simon
I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination. 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 music's playing. Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Every day's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines 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 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.
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 harmony. I need someone to comfort me.
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.
Silently for me.
Every day's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines 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 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.
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 harmony. I need someone to comfort me.
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.
Silently for me.