I'm sitting in a 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.
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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.
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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.
Mm, I wish I was homeward bound
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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, and 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.
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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.
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