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 travelled far and i burned all the bridges

I belived as sooned 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