Home, where my thoughts escapin
Home, where my musics playin
Home, where my love lies waitin, silently for me.
And I wish I was homeward bound
Gee but it's great to be back home
Home is where I wana be
I've been on the road so long my friend
It's the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered, libelled
I here words I never heard in the bible
And I'm so tired,
I'm oh so tired
Who knew two men from another time could pinpoint my feeling so well? And what is the point of making theatre if it can be written in words. What is my 3D aim? Where am I going with this? Thanks to Simon and Garfunkle, especially Simon, circa 1970.
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