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Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escapin'
Home where my music's playin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Silently for me
Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel
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I feel you in my dreams,
your soft blonde hair
against my cheek.
I smell the aroma of
fresh lilac from the
hint of your perfume.
I hear your gentle voice
as you whisper your
love song to me.
I see you on our bed,
a blood red rose clutched
in your soft hands.
I awake to the sound
of coupling cars
in the train yard.
I feel the hard wooden bench,
cold comfort to my weary
aching body.
I taste the remains of
watered down vending machine
coffee and stale Danish.
I know my journey must
continue as I pick up
my battered old mandolin case.
I hope that some day
my journey will lead me
to home and you again.
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