Homesick

I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices blended in perfection From the reels of this record that I found Every day there's a boy in the mirror Asking me, "What are you doing here?" Finding more that previous motifs Growing increasingly unclear I've traveled far and I burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land All the other options held before me Wither in the light of my plan So I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But there's only one thing on my mind Searching boxes underneath the counter On a chance that on a tape I'd find A song for Someone who needs somewhere To long for Homesick 'Cause I no longer know Where home is