Homesick

Riding bumper cars, getting hit with a punch to the stomach, going round on rotaries
tired of shotguns, rear views and backseats
Trying to get off this Merry-go-round
Fairground
Carousel
After my own tail running about
need care and sell Buicks
beat and bruised
I’m motion sick
Driving me crazy
Let’s bring home the bacon
No more time for fakin’
Let’s not settle for seconds,
its hours for the takin’
I want to be homesick,
For someone that will see me through
Someone to come home to
20/20 in the rearview
I want to be homesick
drive stick
grab the wheel and turn it too
Just want to be with you.
Wine, dine and do it too
Dream together, get up, take the kids to school
Like a punch to the stomach, home’s broken without you
So Merry no longer goes round
you are close to home I’m homebound
No longer have to roam
Round and round is straightened out
And when I park what’s trailing in the dead of night
and collect storeys to mansion
climb my stares to take flight
meet in the middle at two to level
on the landing to dance to our lyrics
and the beating of rain on the roof
till then, I’m just homesick