Homeward Bound - Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967

I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination, hmm
 On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand
 And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
 Homeward-bound
 I wish I was homeward-bound
 Home, where my thought's keepin'
 Home, where my music's playin'
 Home where my love lies waitin' silently for me
 Every day's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines, hmm
 And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
 And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be
 Homeward-bound
 I wish I was homeward-bound
 Home, where my thought's keepin'
 Home, where my music's playin'
 Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me
 Tonight I'll sing my songs again
 I'll play the game and pretend, hmm-hmm
 But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
 Like emptiness in harmony, I need someone to comfort me
 Homeward-bound
 I wish I was homeward-bound
 Home, where my thought's keepin'
 Home, where my music's playin'
 Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me
 Silently for me