: Fri Jul 17, 2009 9:17 am
When i saw the thread title i thought it was yet another story about Paul Simon trying to get his ass out of Widnes.
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound..........
And each town looks the same to me, especially this place called Widnes - what's that smell?
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing.................. la la la la la.
Had he visited Halifax, he would have unpacked and stayed. That's wot i reckon anyhoo .........