Lyrics:

I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But I can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices mended in perfection
From the reels of this record that I found
Everyday there's a boy in the mirror
Asking me what are you doing here
Finding all my previous motives
Growing increasingly unclear

I?'ve travelled far and I?'ve burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
All the other options held before me
Will wither in the light of my plan
So I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But there?'s only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter
On a chance that on a tape I?'d find
A song for
Someone who needs somewhere
To long for

Homesick
Cause I no longer know
What home is