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.