.........

When every boat has sailed away
And every path is marked and paved
When every road has had its say .........

When every town looks just the same
When every choice gets hard to make
When every map is put away .......
Home To stay


Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why ........
America


To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier ......

And it cuts like a knife.......
She's Out of my life


There's a bus that leaves at eight fifteen
And another one at ten
Should I climb aboard, risk everything
And ride it to the end.......
My heart was home again