I am always on my way back home
I am always on my way back home
She said to me gentle
said to me neat
You're made of honey
I'm made of wheat
And though you're the finest sugar cane
I'm a seed of sown
I am always on my way back home

I have seen all the world and made it mine
I have asked you if you would wait a little time
I owe it to your patience
I owe it to your needs
You're a pretty flower
I'm a dying breed
And though you're the brightest thing this summer
I'm still barely grown
I am always on my way back home

I'm in the right direction
I heard I'm pretty close
You're the midday sunshine
By nature more morose
And all the while you're set in stone
I shall forever roam
Always on my way back home
I am always always always on my way back home
I am always on my way bakc home