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