I'm sittin' 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

Everyday'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 emptyness 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
Silently for me
.
S&G

3 comments:

Dave said...

I want to get on a train and go a long long way away from here.

I, still, ♥ the views said...

likewise

:-(

Mel said...

Awwwww.....

*hugs to you both*

As much as I love this little yellow house on the corner, I'm soooooo ready to for a change of scenery--even if it's from the back patio.
*sigh* It has been a very longgggg winter.

But ya know, home IS where my thoughts escape me.
Which is why I so often make little sense.
LOL