Station from Home Movies by Kevin Dolan

So I'm singing at the station,
I don't know which way is home,
And she always leaves me waiting,
So I stumble blindly back home.

My words they keep escaping,
I don't have any paper to my name,
And when I wake up in the morning,
Nothing sounds the same.

Oh my wheels they are not spinning,
My legs begin to ache,
All my friends they are sleeping,
At least I know I'm awake.

And I think I might be dying,
My brain, my brain is fried,
My head is spinning,
All I have left is my pride.

So I'm singing at the station,
I don't know which way is home,
She always leaves me waiting,
So I stumble blindly back home.

• Alternative
• Folk
• alt-folk
• folk rock
• hobo folk
• indie
• Melbourne