I'm sitting in a 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 or a one-man-band.
Tonight I'll sing my song 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 someone to comfort me.
I wish I was homeward bound.
Home - where my thoughts escaping
Home.- where my music's playing
Home-. where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Simon & Garfunkel
