I´ll 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´ve found. Every day there´s a boy in the mirror asking me : "What are you doing here ?". Finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear. I´ve travelled far and I´ve burned all the bridges- I believed as soon as I hit land - all the other options held before me, would wither in the light of my plan. So I´ll 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, because I no longer know where home is.
( Lyrics : "Homesick", Kings of Convenience )
