in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand
veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come to greet me,
Oh it burns like a fire and
We are parted by desire for
I've got a quarter in my pocket,
I'm advancing to the booth,
I am picking up and praying
And now, I'm halfway home,
I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm
Somedays, there was comfort as a
a hunger and a longing not to be alone.
Imagining emotion in each
But it was physics, and subtraction,
Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so...
Well, I've no quarter in my
pocket of no ap ple left to eat;
I am running and I can't feel my feet.
And now, I'm halfway home,
I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home
home is where I wanna be,
home is where I'm gonna be.
Past the church and past the steeple,
Past the sad and lonely people,
Past the old school on the avenue,
I am running, I am running...
And now, I'm halfway home,
I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to co9me and meet me
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
