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 all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear

i travelled far and i burned all the bridges
i belived as soon as i hit land
all the other
options held before me
will 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