I’m homeward bound, the train is taking me
To my home town, through the worm hole
Is it time travel? Or just a figment of my fantasy?
Still I run into the arms of my comfort zone
A change of plans? It was all too new
So I rested for the moment, turned back went to bed
If only there was a mattress, a bedside lamp
A carpet and a kitchen
So under furnished is my home, a plain cold hall with a large glass wall
My body feels draped in fleece pyjamas
It may not be where I sleep and where I dream
But in this house life is a dream, but by 5 oclock I have to leave
How could you wake me? Don’t you see me?
This house I built around this square under my feet?
I’m sitting on an armchair, mug in my hand
I could swear I felt my hand run over my cat
Or is it all in my head? I know I have a house somewhere
Is it here or is it there? I’m going home I think
But leaving home. I left my heart on that square where I stood
It forever beats in the cold hall with the glass wall
Maybe that’s why I’m always so delirious
When I see that face and hear that sound
It calls to me sometimes, I miss it sorely
Homeward bound yes again. The train tracks carry me to through the worm hole
Whether through space, time or emotion
I will land safely in my happy place