I've been sitting on the corner, on this worn out bench all day
The address on the postcard simply will not fade away
And I'll still be here when the daytime ends
And I'm never going home again

Like an artist who cannot afford to buy any more red
Atired and weary rambler who can never find a bed
Or a poet who can never find a pen
And I'm never going home again

I don't need a glass of rye or bottle full of scotch
If I have my canvas backpack and chinatown watch
I don't need a pillow I don't sleep much anyway
All I need's someone to hear these things I have to say
To wait for all of the postcards that I send
Cause I'm never going home again

I guess you've forgotten me by now that much is clear
But in case you haven't, you can always find me here
I can say I knew a hundred people when
And I'm never going home again

They say "april is the cruelest month," and I don't know what's worse than spring
All the snow is melting but that doesn't mean a thing
I've been across the country, and you know it's all the same
The address always fades away but you never lose the name
And I wind up here, waiting on the number 10
And I'm never going home again


Lyrics submitted by TheIntimindator27

Eighty-sixth Floor Homesick Blues song meanings
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