Homesick

Kings Of Convenience

I'll 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've 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

Would wither in the light of my plan


So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy

But there's only one thing on my mind

Sarching 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