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 are you doing here Finding more that previous motifs Growing increasingly unclear I travelled far and i burned all the bridges I belived as sooned as i hit land All the other Options held before me 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 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 Where home is