got a ticket for my destination
on a tour of one night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand
and every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one man band
homeward bound
i wish i was
homeward bound
home, where my thought's escaping
home, where my music's playing
home, where my love lies waiting
silently for me
everyday's an endless stream
of cigarettes and magazines
and each town l


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