| G | |
| I'm s | itting in a railway station, |
| Bm | F | E | E7 | |
| Got a t | icket for my d | estina | tion | . |
| Am | |
| On a tour of one night stands, |
| F | |
| My su | itcase and guitar in hand, |
| G | |
| And ev | ery stop is neatly planned |
| For a poet and a one man band. |
| Chorus: |
| G | C | |
| Home | ward bo | und, |
| G | C | |
| I wish I w | as homeward bou | nd, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my tho | ughts are 'scaping, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my mu | sic's playing, |
| G | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Ho | me, where my | love lies waiting si | lently for m | e. |
| Everyday's an endless stream |
| 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... |
| Chorus. |
| 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 in harmony, |
| I need someone to comfort me. |
| Chorus. |
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