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. |