sick

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