I’m sittin’ in the railway station
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 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 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
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness 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
Silently for me
I love that moustache on the last baseball card.
I alos love it that there are Sox and Cardinal fans everywhere wondering, "Damn. Who do we make fun of now?".
Greg,
I never saw the ‘stache before.
Call me.
Hey, Corncob?
On the Cubs Coven, one of our more contrary members responded to the Maddux contract terms by saying: "Too much. Too long. Yikes!"
Isn’t that what you said the first time Domingo Ramos crawled between your legs?
Ok, go Cubs and all …
But he’s from Las Vegas, righto?
Is that Maddux in that last card or a young Juan Cruz?
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