Homesick
I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happybut I can't stop listening to the soundof two soft voices blended in perfectionfrom the reels of this record that I've found
every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me:what are you doing here?finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear
I've travelled far and I've burned all the bridgesI believed as soon as I hit landall the other options held before mewould wither in the light of my plan
So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happybut there's only one thing on my mindsearching boxes underneath the counteron a chance that on a tape I'd find
A song for someone who needs somewhere to long forHomesick because I no longer know where home is