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
what home is
