Return

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 Return 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.