Por mais interessantes que sejam os desafios, por mais absorvente que seja o quotidiano fora do lugar, por melhor que seja a sensação de viver novo mundo, há sempre um dia em que nada é mais importante que o regresso. Em que nada nos desvia os olhos do relógio, que roda devagar a subir as escadas, por entre aquele zumbido que cheira a combustível, a má comida que não conseguimos evitar, a pressão nos ouvidos que aumenta a ansiedade do momento em que aterramos em direcção a casa.
“Where my love lies waiting silently for me”
I’m sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man bandHomeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for meEv’ry day’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev’ry stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be,Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for meTonight 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 in harmony I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
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