Homesick

Searching boxes underneath the counter
Someone who needs somewhere

Wither in the light of my plan
To long for
From the reels of this record that I found

I believed as soon as I hit land

All the other options held before me
Of two soft voices blended in perfection
I've traveled far and I burned all the bridges
A song for
'Cause I no longer know
Homesick
But there's only one thing on my mind
Finding more that previous motifs

So I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy
Asking me, "What are you doing here?"

On a chance that on a tape I'd find
Growing increasingly unclear
Every day there's a boy in the mirror