## Metadata
**Caption:** folk rock, close harmonies, wistful, 1966, melancholic, 92 bpm, duet vocal
**BPM:** 80
**Duration:** 150.0s
**Key:** F minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Sitting on a bench in a station made of stone
Ticket in my pocket, my guitar case alone
Every town's a picture that I've seen before
Wishing I was standing at my own front door

[chorus]
Homeward bound, every mile is dragging slow
Where my thoughts escape the noise and the sound
Home is where my quiet mind can rest
Homeward bound, I'm longing for that address

[verse]
Every night I sing the same old tired tune
Every road looks empty underneath the moon
Strangers smile politely, then they turn away
I'm just a face that's passing through today

[chorus]
Homeward bound, every mile is dragging slow
Where my thoughts escape the noise and the sound
Home is where my quiet mind can rest
Homeward bound, I'm longing for that address

[bridge]
Rails are humming underneath the weary wheel
Carrying me closer to the way I feel
Someone's waiting by a window in the dark
Counting all the miles until I make my mark

[chorus]
Homeward bound, every mile is dragging slow
Where my thoughts escape the noise and the sound
Home is where my quiet mind can rest
Homeward bound, I'm longing for that address