I'll lose 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've 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 traveled far
and I've burned
all the bridges
I believed as
soon as I hit land
all the other
options held before me
would wither in the
light of my plan
So I'll lose 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
Because I no longer know
where home is
where home is