| I’m sitting in the railway station
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| Got a ticket to my destination
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| On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
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| And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
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| Homeward bound
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| I wish I was
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| Homeward bound
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| Home where my thought’s escaping
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| Home where my music’s playing
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| Home where my love lies waiting
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| Silently for me
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| Ev’ry day’s an endless stream
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| Of cigarettes and magazines
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| And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
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| And ev’ry stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be
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| Homeward bound
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| I wish I was
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| Homeward bound
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| Home where my thought’s escaping
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| Home where my music’s playing
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| Home where my love lies waiting
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| Silently for me
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| Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
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| I’ll play the game and pretend
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| But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
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| Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me
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| Homeward bound
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| I wish I was
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| Homeward bound
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| Home where my thought’s escaping
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| Home where my music’s playing
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| Home where my love lies waiting
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| Silently for me
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| Silently for me |