The road home is long but it surely lies ahead
But what could be more homely than your pillow and your bed
Looking at a blond girl tuning her earphones FM
I recite to myself my poems to remind me of who I am
The road is a mystery that science can't yet explain
It's two things incompatible of going there and back again
I wish that it were raining - it would be a relief
If only you were here - but there is no if
Among so many faces its yours I want to see
I remember two people kissing, the grey stones and the sea
They thought their love was magic, but can they make it true
It's two things incompatible of leaving and loving you