Homesick

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 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 Will wither in the light of my plan So I lose some sales and my boss won't ...