Well, I'm sitting at the railway station Got a ticket for my destination Whoa On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand Every stop is neatle 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 the music's playing Home, Where my love lies waiting silently for me
Everyday is an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines Whoa 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 the music's playing Home, Where my love lies waiting silently for me
Well, tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend Whoa But all my come back to me In the 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 the music's playing Home, Where my love lies waiting silently for me...