Well, I'm sitting at the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
Whoa
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
Every stop is neatle 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 the music's playing
Home,
Where my love lies waiting silently for me

Everyday is an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
Whoa
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound

Home, 
Where my thought's escaping
Home, 
Where the music's playing
Home,
Where my love lies waiting silently for me

Well, tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
Whoa
But all [bad word] back to me
In the shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone [bad word] me

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, 
Where my thought's escaping
Home, 
Where the music's playing
Home,
Where my love lies waiting silently for me...