I found this song on an old tape last week:
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'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 will 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