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 velled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels 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 corner of our
street
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely I longe for you to hold
me
Now I'm home

Somedays, there was comfort as a stranger far from
home
Sometimes, a hunger and a longing not to be alone
Imagining emotion in each man that I would meet
But it was physics, and substraction, 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 felt to
eat
I am running, I am running and I can't feel my feet

And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at corner of our
street
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely I longe for you to hold
me
Now I'm home

Now 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 corner of our
street
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely I longe for you to hold
me
Now I'm home