Homeward bound

I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band


Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound
Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin'
Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me

Every day's an endless dream of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be


Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness and harmony, I need someone to comfort me


Silently for me

10/3/2011:
17 days old and taking our little man home
The pure elation to leave the confines of the hospital is overwhelming. For 17 days life has been a whirlwind, a blur, a journey into the terrifying, joyful, overwhelming world of parenthood. It's time to start our life at home, as a family, without monitors, cords, wires and the watchful eye of others.

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