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