I am always on my way back home
I am always on my way back home
She said to me gentle
Said to me need
You are made of honey
I am made of wheat
And though you're the finest sugar cane
I'm easy your soul
I am always on my way back home
I have seen all the world and made it mine
I have asked you if you would wait a little time
I owe it to your patience
I owe it to your needs
Your a pretty a flower
I'm a dying breed
And though your the brightest thing this summer
I'm still barely grown
I am always on my way back home
I'm in the right direction
I heard I'm pretty close
Your the midday sunshine
By nature more morose
And all the while your set in stone
I shall forever roam
Always on my way back home
I am always, always, always on my way back home
I am always on my way back home.
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