Homesick

I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy

But I can't stop listening to the sound

Of two soft voices blended in perfection

From the reels of this record that I found

Everyday 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 bridges

I believed as soon as I hit land

All the other options held before me

Will wither in the light of my plan

So I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy

But there's only one thing on my mind

Searching boxes underneath the counter

On a chance that on a tape I'd find

A song for

Someone who needs somewhere

To long for



Homesick

Cause I no longer know

What home is