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.