Halfway Home

I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet.In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyesJewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes.Oh it burns like a fire and it pulls me through-We are parted by desire for the strange and new.I've got a quarter in my pocket, I'm advancing to the booth,I am picking up and praying that I talk to you.And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,Would you like to come and meet me?Now that I am halfway homeMan, I never felt so lonely-I long for you to hold me now I'm home.Somedays, there was comfort as a stranger far from homeSometimes, a hunger and a longing not to be alone.Imagining emotion in each man that I would meet-But it was physics, and subtraction, to an ancient beat.Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so...We are tied up in desire and we won't let go.Well, I've no quarter in my pocket of no apple left to eat;I am running, I am running and I can't feel my feet.And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,Would you like to come and meet me?Now that I'm halfway homeMan, I never felt so lonely-I long for you to hold me now I'm homeNow I'm home, home is where I wanna be,Now I'm home, home is where I'm gonna be.Past the church and past the steeple,Past the sad and lonely people,Past the old school on the avenue,I am running, I am running...And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,Would you like to co9me and meet meNow that I'm halfway homeMan, I never felt so lonely-I long for you to hold me now I'm home.