I’m sittin’ in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination. Hm–
On a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And ev’ry 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.
Ev’ry day’s an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines. Hm–
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev’ry 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 my music’s playing, home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Tonight I’ll sing my songs again, I’ll play the game and pretend. Hm–
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
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.
Silently for me.
1966 – Paul Simon – Performed by Simon and Garfunkel – Album: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme