Always on My Way Back Home - Jay Jay Pistolet

I am always on my way back home

I am always on my way back home

She said to me gentle

Said to me need

You are made of honey

I am made of wheat

And though you’re the finest sugar cane

I’m easy your soul

I am always on my way back home

I have seen all the world and made it mine

I have asked you if you would wait a little time

I owe it to your patience

I owe it to your needs

Your a pretty a flower

I’m a dying breed

And though your the brightest thing this summer

I’m still barely grown

I am always on my way back home

I’m in the right direction

I heard I’m pretty close

Your the midday sunshine

By nature more morose

And all the while your set in stone

I shall forever roam

Always on my way back home

I am always, always, always on my way back home

I am always on my way back home.