Overheard at Table 2: Home(ward Bound)

Listening to David Byrne's "Home" today, and the bridge sounded like he could be singing Simon and Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound" - so my idea is criss/cross: Swap one lyric for the other . . .

Here are the lyrics to both:


The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide when the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together

Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two

Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?

Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do

We're
Home- comes to life from outa the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar & into my head familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round & ev'rywhere

I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you

We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to ev'ry living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for 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.


Hm . . . maybe I could even blend the songs together. I have the Byrne "Home" in my head with him singing the Paul Simon lyrics rather than his own. But perhaps somehow I might be able to overlay both sets of lyrics. Might work.