Homeward Bound
Mel Tormé Lyrics


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I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting




Silently for me.
Silently for me.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Mel Tormé's "Homeward Bound" capture the essence of a traveler's soul-weary quest for home. The singer sits in a railway station with a ticket to his destination, feeling the weight of a seemingly endless tour of one-night stands, carrying his suitcase and guitar from town to town. Each stop is neatly planned for this poet and one-man band, but he longs for a destination where he can escape his daily routine, find his own space, and reconnect with his music, love, and thoughts.


The singer feels trapped in an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines, watching the same factories and movies pass by, surrounded by the faces of strangers. He is searching for something genuine and familiar that he finds only in his memories of home. Despite his talent and success, he feels surrounded by mediocrity and a sense of emptiness in the harmony of his words. He wishes he could escape to his true home where his thoughts are escaping, where his music is playing, and where his love lies waiting silently for him.


In this song, Mel Tormé presents a poignant glimpse into the heart of a wandering musician, yearning for home. The lyrics express deep emotions of longing and a desire to escape from the repetitive, mundane reality of life on the road. The melody, with the soft rhythms and a steady beat, amplifies the singer's bittersweet sentiments. Overall, this song tells a story that evokes empathy, nostalgia and longing for home.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm sitting in the railway station.
I am currently sitting in the railway station, contemplating my next move.


Got a ticket to my destination.
I possess a ticket that will transport me to my desired location.


On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
I am on a journey, performing at numerous locations for only one evening. I carry my belongings in my suitcase, including my guitar for my musical accompaniment.


And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Each stop on my journey is precisely organized with precision, as I am a poet and a solo musician.


Homeward bound, I wish I was,
I find myself yearning to return home, and it is what I desire most.


Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me.
Home, the place where I can let my mind wander and my music play, and where my love patiently awaits my arrival.


Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines.
My daily life is monotonous with repetitive smoking and mindless reading of magazines.


And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
As I travel from place to place, every town appears identical, with commonality found in the presence of movie theatres and factories. When I encounter strangers, I become even more desperate to return to my home.


Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend.
Tonight, I will perform my music as usual, but I will rely on deception to get through it.


But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
As a performer, I struggle with feeling mediocre and empty in my music, and I need someone to console me.


Silently for me.
For me, I long for the silence and solace of being back home.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JERRY LANDIS

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