| G | ||
| I’m | sit | ting in the railway station. |
| G/F# | G/F | Em | ||
| Got a | tic | ket for my destina | tion, | mmmm. |
| Am | |
| On | a tour of one-night stands, |
| F | ||
| my | suit | case and guitar in hand, |
| G | ||
| and | every | stop is neatly planned |
| Dadd11/A | G | ||
| for a | poet | and a one-man ban | d. |
| C | G | |||
| Homeward | bound, | wish I | was. |
| C | |
| Homeward | bound. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | th | ought’s escaping. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | mu | sic’s playing. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | lov | e lays waiting |
| D | G | ||
| sil | ently fo | r | me. |
| G | |
| Every | day’s an endless stream |
| G/F# | G/F | Em | ||
| of | cigaret | tes and maga | zines, | mmmm. |
| Am | ||
| And | each | town looks the same to me, |
| F | ||
| the | mov | ies and the factories, |
| G | ||
| and | eve | ry stranger’s face I see |
| Dadd11/A | G | ||
| re | minds | me that I long to be |
| C | G | |||
| Homeward | bound, | wish I | was. |
| C | |
| Homeward | bound. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | th | ought’s escaping. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | mu | sic’s playing. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | lov | e lays waiting |
| D | G | ||
| sil | ently fo | r | me. |
| G | ||
| To | night | I’ll sing my songs again, |
| G/F# | G/F | Em | ||
| I’ll | play | the game and pre | tend, | mmmm. |
| Am | ||
| But | all | my words come back to me |
| F | ||
| in | sha | des of mediocrity. |
| G | ||
| Like | empt | iness in harmony, |
| Dadd11/A | G | ||
| I | need | someone to comfort me. |
| C | G | |||
| Homeward | bound, | wish I | was. |
| C | |
| Homeward | bound. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | th | ought’s escaping. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | mu | sic’s playing. |
| G | C | ||
| Home, | where my | lov | e lays waiting |
| D | G | ||
| sil | ently fo | r | me. |