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I'm sittin' in the railway station got a ticket for a destination |
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On a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand |
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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 |
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Home where my thought's escaping home where my music's playing |
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Home where my love lies waiting silently for me |
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Every day's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines |
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And each town looks the same to me for movies and the factories |
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And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be |
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Homeward bound... |
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But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity |
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Like emptiness and harmony I need someone to comfort me |
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Homeward bound... |