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