Am I Home

Old manbus stopfifty-cents fare
Eyes caught staringhes glaringlook elsewhere
Brown leather shoes down there
Cobblestones and footwear

Brown hair girl face bright eyes
You think kiss lust I love you
She wont acknowledge you
But she flips her hair on cue
All the kids in school

Am I home?

If I had the quarters Id run to Store 24
Call you on the telephone, say I'm not lonesome anymore
The city's got lots of people, so I'm fine, yes I'm fine
Set to hang my heart out on some two-thousand-mile phone line

You may notice in the subways, in the veins a smiling face
Banging on a hollow guitar near an open clean case
Pocket change, pocket change
Ill take that Visa card stranger
And buy my way to sunlight where the airs not cold

Street lights air think time for a ride
Hailing Taxi! Voice with a Caribbean inside
Pointing to it's miling wide
What questions do they hide?

Am I home?

Pocket full of quarters as I run down to Store 24