Am I Home

Old manbus stopfifty-cents fare
 Eyes caught staringhes glaringlook elsewhere
 Brown leather shoes down there
 Cobblestones and footwear
 Brown hair girl facebright eyes
 You think... kisslustI love you
 She wont acknowledge you
 But she flips her hair on cue
 All the kids in school
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 If I had the quarters Id run to Store 24
 Call you on the telephone, say Im not lonesome anymore
 The citys got lots of people, so Im fine, yes Im fine
 Set to hang my heart out on some two-thousand-mile phone line
 You may notice in the subways, in the veins a smiling face
 Banging on a hollow guitar near an open clean case
 Pocket change, pocket change
 Ill take that Visa card stranger
 And buy my way to sunlight where the airs not cold
 Street lightsairthinktime for a ride
 Hailing Taxi!.voice with a Caribbean inside
 Pointing to itsmiling wide
 What questions do they hide?
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 Am I home?
 Pocket full of quarters as I run down to Store 24.