6,777 miles away

Its funny how you can listen to a song more than thirty times over and it neversinks in, Its always that beautiful tune that you love to hum to but neverreally pay attention to. Then one day, you're walking along with tired feet, weighed down by the troubles that burden you, and click, there it is, that song again. It was in front of you all along and you never managed to hold on to what it said. Never paid attention, never truly listened. But now you are listening, and its saying something to you that you have been trying to shrug off, that you have been denying for a while. That moment, those words open doors for you, doors that now cannot be closed- you have walked through.

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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 travelled far and I burned all the bridges
I believe as soon 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

-- Kings of Convenience, Homesick