Lyrics:

I 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 found



every day there's a boy in the mirror

asking me

what are you doing here

finding more that previous motifs

growing increasingly unclear



I travelled far and I burned all the bridges

I belived as sooned as I hit land

all the other

options held before me

wither in the light of my plan



so I 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

cause I no longer know

where home is