Homesick

I lose some sales And my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices Blended in perfection From the reels of this record that I found I lose some sales And my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices Blended in perfection From the reels of this record that I found Every day there's a boy in the mirror Asking me what I am doing here? Finding all my previous motives Growing increasingly unclear I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land All the other options held before me Would wither in the light of my plan So I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But there's only one thing on my mind Search in boxes, underneath the counter On a chance that on a tape I'd find A song for Someone that needs somewhere To long for Someone who needs somewhere To long for Homesick, cause I no longer know Where home is Cause I no longer know