saw her off at the elavator
a long kiss goodbye
the thought of wiping a tear from her eye
she turned and quickly walked away
maybe so i wouldn't see her cry
placed a call from penn station
only to get the machine
a recorded voice, even though hers, is so much less human
so now i'm leaving
bound for the place i'm calling home
delayed again, standing still
then the buildings rush by
moving again
all this ramble is really to hide
that this heart grows heavier with every mile
sometimes going "home" isnt such
a happy thing
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